Roughing It With Man Food
I sort of mentioned that The Teacher was taking classes up at COCC. Nope, she's not taking a class on how to build web sites, or change engines in cars, but rather getting a Master's degree from the OSU counseling program. So, on class nights, this means Magnus and myself have to fend for ourselves for dinner and simply put, it's rough. Let me explain further. Tonight as the teacher departed for class, Magnus and I had a few errands to run. I had nail in my car's tire and needed to get it fixed. No real plans for dinner, so I tried to figure it out while driving around. What did we have at home? Hmmmm. Leftover chili, blueberries, taco shells and grapes. Nothing too inspiring. But wait, maybe this bag of chips could help.
Seriously, I opened the bag and Magnus wanted a chip. I wasn't sure if an 18-month year old would like the taste of a Chili-Cheese Frito, but he loved it and wanted more. I could see that the choice was easier than I previously thought, so chili-cheese hotdogs went on the menu.
I was almost like those TV cooking shows, where one minute the host is preparing the dish and then WALLA there's a finished dish waiting in the oven. The feast was on and yes, we did have some corn, just in case The Teacher later asked if I served Magnus any vegetables for dinner.
Yeah, Man vs. Food was playing in the background, perfect motivation for us men and our manly feast.
And soon enough, victory.
Magnus did only manage to eat one bun-length Angus dog. It might have been the Crayon he ate earlier in the day that threw his appetite off.
Of course, it didn't stop him from wanting more Chili-Cheese Fritos.
After dinner we decided to also have an appropriate man feast dessert. Twinkees! Of course Magnus seemed to sense that these things were good (trust me this was his first Twinkee) and he immediately grabbed the box and proceeded to rip it open, grab a plastic wrapped Twinkee and try to chew threw the plastic.
I shouted out, "Relax they aren't deep-fried yet". Of course I was somewhat teasing. That's for a future date. So, I sat down with my young-son and enjoyed his first (unwrapped) Twinkee with him.
It almost brought a tear to my eye, but I realized it was the Tabasco sauce on my fingers from the chili-cheese hot dogs earlier. So, as you see, we survived roughing it, as men on our own tonight.
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