Ash brought it to my attention over dinner, when I remarked that someday Noah will be eating cafeteria food somewhere and wishing he hadn't turned down so many lovingly, homecooked meals, that Noah may have no recollection of such meals. Instead, he may accuse me of feeding him only cereal, Panera Mac n cheese, pizza and plain noodles. Noah may be up all night in the dorms in a big group of college kids reminiscing about the failings of their parents and he may firmly let his friends know that he will never feed his toddler chicken nuggets and fries every day.
Noah may only remember being hungry and devouring cereal before bed. Maybe he'll remember the pancakes I make for breakfast most days, but he may not even have any inkling of the other foods he was offered.
And so I bring you the latest new addition to this blog. Things you wouldn't eat. Because one day when I get a snarky call asking why Noah doesn't have memories of lovely homemade foods, and if the Internet still exists, I will have somewhere to send him for proof.
Tonight, my friend, we had old-time beef stew and crispy smashed roasted potatoes.