Aaaargh! Lunch!

"I'm getting dressed. You have five minutes to find something you will eat and put it in your daypack. Then we are walking out the door."

Getting out the door at 8:30 is a challenge for us. Clem ok'd frozen edamame beans and milk for her lunch but turned down everything else I tried--plattar with ham and cheese? Plattar with cheese? Plattar with honey? Grapefruit with honey? Hey, there is a fruit she'll eat even if someone else picks it. But only when adorned with the fruits of many bees' lifelong labor.

She dug around and found some 5 seed almond bars. A meagre lunch, but she didn't seem bothered.

They had a great day at Trackers. They visited a cave and tracked a raccoon to a bathroom where it had dug in the trash can. This reminds me of a This American Life episode about a dad who quits his job and takes the kids dumpster diving. When starving in Europe I ate all sorts of things I'd never have touched if I had a choice, like rotting bananas I found by the side of the road. I have fantasies about taking the kids on a camping trip for a few weeks and bringing only things they hate (and I like, of course---someone has to enjoy the trip!).

It is October so Gregoire has a new menu. We'll be ordering out tonight. After opening a can of worms about the casting for Evelyn's Shakespeare I have no energy left for opening any other cans or chopping or shopping or inviting the kids into the kitchen. Maybe I'll invite them to choose something from the menu.