Tonight my daughter and I had our new favorite two-ingredient dinner: crunchy fish fillets and sweet potato fries.? (Did you know that they both bake for 16-18 minutes on 425 degrees??? If that isn’t a sign from above, I don’t know what is.*)? We patted on little sprinkles of sea salt and enjoyed the salty goodness.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…”? My daughter’s eyes rolled back into her head.? She snapped to suddenly and exclaimed “It’s gonna suck when I go to college.”
Vvrrrrrrrrppp (<– the web version of a needle being dragged across a record**)
Did she just say what I think she said?
(No, not the “s” word.? We have a deal that she can have rights to one new swear word each birthday.? It keeps the stigma out of language, and keeps her from saying the motherload til she’s well over 18, at which point I won’t have much say in things anyway.? In case you’re wondering, for 13 she got “crap”.***)
No, she really, I mean really, thinks she’s gonna miss my home cooking when she goes off to college.? And she’s saying this while eating a fish stick.
I honestly don’t know whether to laugh or cry.? Or secretly fear that once she gets to college and realizes they survive off nothing but fish sticks and french fries, that she will be in such culinary heaven that she fails to graduate for 8-12 years.
*That they’re both almost the same color when they emerge is the tiniest bit disturbing, however.
** um, that big black vinyl-y thing…? Never mind.
*** oddly appropo, imo