2006-02-02 - 8:18 a.m.
Last night during general conversation, the unmentionable "C" word was uttered aloud in our household. It just accidentally slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself. I was mortified, and my children immediately stopped what they were doing and just stared at me.
Now I want ya'll to get your minds out of the gutter. The "C" word I'm referring to is "casserole." Yep, I said it, I really did.....CASSEROLE.
Youngest boy asked what we were having for dinner and the words "taco casserole" jumped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I'd sworn to myself that I'd never use that "C" word in front of my children. Because you know, in a child's mind, CASSEROLE is just nasty, no matter how you slice (or spoon) it up.
Immediately upon hearing the dreaded "C" word, youngest son insists that he ate a big lunch and isn't hungry. Funny thing is, the CASSEROLE contained taco meat (which he likes), cheese (which he also likes) and nacho cheese doritos (which, granted, he doesn't like, but he didn't know the CASSEROLE had doritos in it). I did add a can of Ranch beans, but he likes those, too. So basically we're eating tacos with beans that have been mixed up and served with a spoon. Same damn ingredients with the exception of nacho cheese doritos in place of taco shells and of course, the beans.
Despite his reservations about being served "CASSEROLE," oldest son lapped his up quickly and asked for more. Husband even had a hearty extra helping. But youngest son picked at the meat and spead the entire mixture around on his plate in hopes of making it look like he'd actually taken several bites.
Next time he asks what we're having I'm just going to say "mixed up tacos." God help me if I utter the "C" word again in my household.
