The other night at dinner I asked Kevin how he would describe himself if he could use only three words. He said:
I told him that was only one word but he said it was all he needed. Then even though no one asked him, Vincenzo piped in with his own answer:
3. Metal detector
They all turned to me for my answer. I said:
My family obviously had not taken the question seriously (I admit, I got dragged down with them), so the next night I tried again:
If you could grant one wish for each person at this table, what would it be?
Vincenzo wished for “Blaa blabst hoo hoo shoo noo.” Kevin wished that I would stop asking these kinds of questions at the dinner table. I wished my husband would grow out of puberty by the time we finished our spaghetti.
I guess we’ll just go back to throwing cactus balls at each other during dinner. They might be more prickly, but at least they’re less surly.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: (Yes, I am finally cooking again!)
Roasted root vegetables