Crappuccino is the phrase of the moment in our house.
Crappuccino is the word my boys have invented to sidestep reprimand for saying "crap" which has been banned due to overuse.
Our family is "normal" - as normal goes. A family of 6 in North Orange County, California. A hard working mom and dad, an awesome 16-year old girl and three rambunctious boys ages 10, 7 and 5.
Feeding this brood is always a challenge. My husband and I agree, we want to have the best, healthiest food as least expensive as possible. The Fantastic Four want all the junk, if it is seen on TV the better, no matter the cost.
Luckily and thankfully, I love to cook. I love to read cookbooks, magazines about food and ponder recipes. I am not one to sugar coat anything in my life, let alone disguise food to get my kids to eat it. However, I have recently come to appreciate my mother's wisdom - another mother of 4 - who taught me that by simply renaming the obvious, the original option sounds pretty good. For example - it doesn't matter what you say you are making for dinner, the kids will complain. "Again?" "Yuck!" "I'm not eating!" are all expected responses. My mother, in response to our negative reaction to pork chops, "AGAIN?!", said, oh, my mistake, we're having alligator tongues. WHAT!?!?!? Well, she said, we could have alligator tongues or pork chops - what will it be? Hands down, pork chops. I relived this moment with my children recently and they, though intrigued by alligator tongues voted for pork chops.
Roast chicken has become funky chicken for the same reason. Funky chicken is waaaaay more fun than another bird from the oven.
Tonight I told the kids we were having barbecue ribs, baked potatoes and steamed broccoli. Nothing short of delicious. In the midst of the cheers (yes, we cheer for our favorite meals) our oldest son added - may we have cheese and bacon for the potatoes too? Variation is the spice of life. Yes son, we may.
With that, welcome to my blog - Funky Chicken & Alligator Tongues.
Though I work full time between two jobs, I serve up a homecooked meal every night, with the hope that we will all enjoy the meal together. With our crazy schedules this doesn't always happen but most nights it works.
A lot of friends have asked for my recipes, what's for dinner and wonder what I could possibly cook all the time. I'm a planner. A chronic planner. My dinner menu is planned weeks, if not a month, in advance. I know what to buy, I know what I'm cooking and the family knows what will be on the table come dinner time. I am flexible and if it's 85+degrees outside, I will switch the menu around so we're grilling and not turning on the oven.
This blog is to share my planning, my recipes and the fun my family has at the dinner table.
Crappuccino won't be on the menu, I promise.
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