Whilst in Disneyland last month Olaf and I ate at a restaurant without the kids. We both got Monte Cristo sandwiches. Neither of us had eaten one before. And we probably never will again. It's a meat and cheese sandwich that is then dipped in batter and fried to a perfect crisp. I was in Heaven! But I couldn't eat all of mine so I saved the last piece and let the boys share it when we met up with them again. They loved the sandwich also.
Tonight at dinner we were talking about sandwiches. Why, I don't know. We weren't eating sandwiches, we were eating homemade hot pockets with BBQ chicken and cheese. Olaf made them and they were delicious. Maybe because they were sandwich-like it reminded Middle Child of the Monte Cristo.
"My favorite sandwich was that one you had at Disneyland, Mom!" he said.
"Um, I wasn't the only one to eat one. Your dad had one too." I wasn't about the be the only one caught eating a fried sandwich.
"Oh, those were so good!" Baby announced.
"Next time we go to Disneyland we have to take $20 so we can get one of those sandwiches too! That's my favorite sandwich!" said Middle Child.
"Well, what about that Bacon, Turkey, and Avocado panini I made last week? Wasn't that good?" I asked.
"Yeah, it was, but not as good as that Monte Cristo!" he replied.
"Oh, Mom, that sandwich was so good. I have to have my own next time we go to Disneyland!" Baby told me.
"Well, next time we go to Disneyland I can see what is most important to these boys. Not the rides, the food!" said Olaf.
Even though they may not like a lot of things I have obviously taught them how to be food lovers.