So, this weekend marks the start of the girls’ vacation.
This is usually the week we get on a 727 and fly to Florida. We take off in the morning, land around lunchtime, head to the McDonald’s just outside the airport. After lunch we drive to wherever our apartment is for the trip, then make a trek to the grocery store.
This is where the fun begins.
We decide which days we’re going to eat out on the way to the market, then buy enough to make up whatever meals we’re going to eat at home.
We buy the staples – milk, bread, eggs, Ovaltine, peanut butter and jelly and butter – and then go nuts. The girls get to eat whatever junk cereal they want – Mommy relinquishes her veto power over their choices on vacation. They can buy whatever exotic fruit they want – they usually pick coconuts – and can get a bunch of snacks, too. Pretzels, peanuts, M&Ms, juice boxes (and I don’t insist, as I do at home, that the juice boxes be real juice – they can have HiC on vacation).
Well, we’re not going anywhere this year. All our extra money is tied up in addition-building. Yesterday, though, we went to the grocery store and, in honor of vacation week, we bought a bunch of extra stuff. I made some chocolate pudding last night. I bought honey mustard and onion pretzel bits (YUM!). We didn’t get a coconut, but we did get some tangelos.
Today’s lunch offering? Peanut butter and fluff sandwiches and Cheez Doodles. Not a damned bit of nutrition on the plate. Just as a vacation lunch should be.