singing the praises of eyeball tacos and spaghetti beach
Those of you who knew me when the kid was little know I was in desperate need of amusement and that the AB and I played with food.
A lot.
Tie-dyed eggs. Eyeball tacos. Spaghetti beaches with hot dog octopi and cherry tomato beach balls. Twinkie trains. Cheese ball heads. Kitty litter cakes. If we could finagle it, we did. We roasted those itty bitty hot chocolate marshmallows on toothpicks over candles. We dipped anything that wasn't bolted down in chocolate. We cut sandwiches with cookie cutters and painted sugar cookies with food coloring and periodically had contests to see how much popcorn we could stuff in our mouths without gagging.
There were exploding microwave marshmallows. Deep-fried spaghetti noodles. Pickle carving contests. A game called Oats wherein I tried to invent edible oatmeal out of random pantry items.
*grins*
And I wish I could say it was because I was a good mom that we did this. It wasn't. It was because I thought (and still do) that child was the most amazing person I'd ever met and I wanted to amuse her, wanted to play with her and make us both laugh.
It was because I love watching little ones faces when faced with eyeball tacos.
Oogala oogala.
A lot.
Tie-dyed eggs. Eyeball tacos. Spaghetti beaches with hot dog octopi and cherry tomato beach balls. Twinkie trains. Cheese ball heads. Kitty litter cakes. If we could finagle it, we did. We roasted those itty bitty hot chocolate marshmallows on toothpicks over candles. We dipped anything that wasn't bolted down in chocolate. We cut sandwiches with cookie cutters and painted sugar cookies with food coloring and periodically had contests to see how much popcorn we could stuff in our mouths without gagging.
There were exploding microwave marshmallows. Deep-fried spaghetti noodles. Pickle carving contests. A game called Oats wherein I tried to invent edible oatmeal out of random pantry items.
*grins*
And I wish I could say it was because I was a good mom that we did this. It wasn't. It was because I thought (and still do) that child was the most amazing person I'd ever met and I wanted to amuse her, wanted to play with her and make us both laugh.
It was because I love watching little ones faces when faced with eyeball tacos.
Oogala oogala.
posted by Auntie Pooh @ 10:11 AM
8 Comments:
At 10:37 AM,
DarthVelma said…
Cheese ball head sounds like something she would have called her Uncle Dave when she was about 3 or 4. *snort* Fish window.
At 4:16 PM,
B said…
That's kinda the definition of a good mom, honey.
:D
At 6:25 PM,
Marcie said…
What b said.
Um, I'm scared to ask, but what's an eyeball taco? (will be scribbling down for future reference assuming my picky, picky child decides he will in fact eat someday)
At 8:45 PM,
P said…
I love it when you tell stories like this.
At 12:30 AM,
Auntie Pooh said…
Eyeball tacos
take a hard taco shell, put it on its side. fill with shredded lettuce and two meatballs. carefully stuff the top with long slices of cheddar cheese for eyelashes. Stick a sliced olive on each meatball with sour cream for pupils.
Here's a link - http://www.kraftfoods.com/Recipes/EspeciallyforKids/Entrees/SpookyEyeballTacos.html
At 9:24 AM,
DarthVelma said…
Did we get that recipe out of a Halloween cookbook picked up while standing in line at the grocery store? You and I are such suckers for cookbooks. :)
At 4:22 PM,
Marcie said…
Thank you. Not nearly as scary as I feared, though, currently it would not be considered by young master B.
At 9:13 AM,
Moma Sue said…
That is what makes you a great mom my dear. I love you
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