I tried a recipe for kale chips yesterday. While we've gotten tons better in our eating habits, kale is new menu entry. (confession: first attempt was not so good.)
Alison came in as I had the fiber and vitamin-rich produce spread on a baking sheet.
"What's the green stuff?" she asked.
I defined it for her and said I was going to turn the pile of leaves into potato chips. She volunteered to spray it with the cooking oil. I salted it.
Five to eight minutes later I pulled it out of the oven.
"Mo-om. You said it was going to turn into potato chips!" said the disappointed sous chef.
There's been an unpleasent smell in the fridge that I can't quite locate.
In my latest unsuccessful bid to identify it, I speculated aloud tht might be the asparagus that was waiting to be grilled, but silently decided it wasn't the culprit. Out loud, I mused: "We should have that for dinner tonight."
"You're' gonna make me eat that smell?! exclaimed the small fry.