The Concession Stand
On Tuesday nights, I volunteer for our family’s youth summer camp – Glen Eden. We have BINGO every Tuesday night from 5:30 until about 10:00. Some of those nights, I allow Kaylee to work with me. There are certain weeks of the month that are way busier than others.
At the BINGO hall is a concession stand that sells the typical fare – mostly soy hamburgers on white bread, pork hotdogs, chips with processed “nacho” cheese, frozen “pizza logs” reheated in a microwave, etc. Consequently, when I get home from the soup kitchen on Tuesday afternoons, I usually make a big dinner and take it to feed to the volunteers.
A few weeks ago, Kaylee asked if she could get something from the concession stand. I said, “I made beef stew. Beef stew is your favorite. And homemade pimento cheese with homemade bread.”
With a pleading eye roll, Kaylee said, “Moooom [three syllable word] three meals a day I eat your cooking. Homemade bread, beef bacon, free range, grass fed, blah blah blah. One night a month,” she said, holding out one finger, “I just ask for one night a month to eat concession food. Pleeaasseee.”
HA! How could I say no to that?
I was curious as to what she’d get. Ever since watching Food, Inc., she has pretty much determined that she’ll be a vegetarian anywhere but our house, where she trusts the source of the meat. [Exceptions being Grandma’s house (nothing bad can come out of Grandma’s house) and the Mexican restaurant where polo bandito is apparently the best thing ever.]
I think she ate fried mozzarella cheese sticks dipped in prepacked marinara sauce and some french fries fried in some old oil. ≈shudder≈ But she was excited to get a reprieve from real food for that one night this month.
I ♥ my daughter.
Hallee
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that’s funny… I remember a while back after we had been eating healthier and making better choices, our rule was that Robyn could pick one ‘treat’ at the grocery store… she usually went for fruit or occasionally chips or cookies, but one time she headed straight for the bread aisle and grabbed a loaf of wonder bread and declared that her treat for the week was store bought white bread…
and did she enjoy her treat? i tend to treat us…and then sometimes i regret it!
Kaylee is a typical teenager – she loves junk food. LOL
that’s hysterical