It’s the little victories

After a day of mild frustration (bickering from the kids, slight rejection for both of them from neighborhood punks children, Eric sick and resting in bed all day long), I was pretty darn proud of myself for not only not scooping the boys up and taking us out to eat, or even ordering pizza (both of which are now strictly budgeted), but preparing a quite respectable dinner. Sam had been long requesting a white bean soup I’ve made in the past, so I made that, Moosewood cornbread, braised rainbow chard, and baked chard stems. I knew that neither kid would eat everything, but I figured the cornbread to be a hit, that Sam would naturally eat the soup, and that Gabe would perhaps pick some cheese off the chard stems.

Sam ate…cornbread. Apparently, the bean soup wasn’t what he thought it would be. Gabe wouldn’t eat it, either. Surprisingly, he was willing to eat a chard stem. Only one, but, hey, it’s the small things. Sam wouldn’t even touch them with his utensil.

But we didn’t go out to eat. Yay?

I think I’ll just enjoy this glass of red zinfandel, here – purchased before the budget went into effect, naturally.