(Yes, my kids and my kitchen get really dirty every day, and Beatrix keeps raiding the frozen blueberries.)
I truly hate to boast or brag, but the other night Beatrix told me that I am the “best mom in the whole wide world.” I know: she’s only four (nearly five.) I think Seth followed her words with something along the lines of “You’re only saying that because we’re having brownies for dinner.” He then turned and said to me very matter of factly, “But you are the best mommy in the world.” And he turns thirteen in a few weeks. Seth always says things just like they are, he doesn’t really know how to be anything but honest. So if he says I’m the best, he sincerely means it. Obviously his words made my day.
While it’s true that dinner started out as just brownies, they had sweet potatoes in them, so they were sort of healthy (this recipe, and then add a simple chocolate ganache on top to make them really good.) And we did end up eating a roast chicken (store bought) and some salad as well.