Here is proof that I put my week-long depression behind me with a recent selfie taken this morning. See? I’m upright, showered, dressed, awake.. 🙄
Does this look like a person who has not eaten any chocolate today?? 😂😂😂😛
Never mind. Let’s talk about something else… 😎
My 12 year old informed me a couple of days ago that her friend from the next town over is coming by to drop off pasta.
Whaaa ??? 😳
We have enough pasta in this house to last us at least another two weeks. 😄
“But mom, we don’t have Annie’s,” she said.
Annie’s boxed macaroni and cheese is similar to Kraft Dinner minus the icky-fake orange colour and all the salt and additives.
Also, we (still) have two boxes of Annie’s so I don’t know what she’s talking about.
But of course I didn’t tell them they couldn’t “meet”.
It was kind of fun, but also a little heart-breaking.
The friend’s dad drove her over and I saw the girl come up the steps to the front door.
She and my daughter talked through the glass window of the screen door.
But later, they cooked their boxed pasta together. I walked by a couple of times as they timed their meal-making adventure on whatever app they were using. The set-up is quite ingenious:
Her phone was propped up against the coffee canister next to the stove. The screen on her phone was divided into two – top half was her friend, bottom half was my kid.
They talked to each other and timed themselves to simultaneously do the same activity. Something like this:
“Ok, so the pot is full of water, I’m going to turn it on high in 20 seconds. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Wait! Did you add salt to the water?”
“Now I did.”
“Ok, so now we can turn on the stove to high. Let me know when your water boils an we’ll add the pasta in together.”
They cooked their pasta, made their cheese sauce, then ate their creation together, all the while watching (and talking) on their devices with each other.
In the end, neither kid reminded the other that clean-up was part of cooking. 🙄