My seven year old son’s natural inclination is to continually graze. I often find myself intercepting him at the pantry, reminding him that we’re about to eat a meal. But you wouldn’t know it from this day. We were busy and not home very much, so he ate a bit lighter than usual.
My boys have been cuckoo for bagels lately and I’ve been indulging them (I’m adding bagels to the list of things I want to try and make myself!). Sam’s breakfast was a toasted honey-wheat bagel with lots of butter, a bowl of strawberries, and a glass of blueberry kefir smoothie.
His packed lunch was a grilled turkey sandwich I made the day before, a peeled orange, some roasted peanuts, and a yogurt (his school is not peanut-free). He ate everything except some of the peanuts, which he munched on after school
We were leaving for our monthly volunteer gig not long after Sam got home. So instead of fixing a snack, I went ahead and made a quick, light dinner–eggs in a tortilla, fresh sweet peppers, and some leftover smoothie I had been photographing that day for Wild Blueberries. Believe me, the smoothie looked a whole lot better about three hours earlier, but it was still delicious (recipe to come!).
Each month, we coordinate a potluck dinner at our neighborhood food pantry for people in need of a meal. Once we serve everyone, we all grab a plate if there’s food left. I don’t micromanage what Sam chooses. So left to his own devices, he assembled quite the starchy-carb platter: homemade mac-n-cheese, a slice of white bread, and a brownie. Not a veggie in sight. You can’t win ’em all.
When we got home, Sam had a slice of peanut butter toast and a glass of milk (he left this tiny bit behind–and here’s what that’s a good thing: All I Really Need To Know I Learned From This Half-Eaten Piece of Peanut Butter Toast). Then it was off to bed!
In case you missed the last installment, here’s a look at how my husband eats: What We Ate Wednesday Starring My Husband