For a few weeks now, some of you may have noticed the badge in our blog’s sidebar that declares today as the day that Bloggers Unite for Human Rights.
Several of us here at ice cream is not for breakfast decided to join in, writing about topics that relate to our blog topic, feeding our children.
First off, at 9 a.m., we’ll have Tracey Princiotta writing about food insecurity in the Lower Hudson Valley as the worsening economy puts more families at risk of hunger.
At 11 a.m., Amy Vernon will explain the PB&J campaign and why eating less meat is a good idea not just for your arteries, but for others who are hungry around the world.
At 1 p.m. Marcela Rojas will tell you about Bread Alone, a bakery that a nonprofit in Africa to set up bakeries giving children with HIV/AIDS access to nutritious, whole grain breads.
At 3 p.m., Katie Ryan O’Connor will examine how higher food and fuel costs are forcing school districts around the country to slash critical food programs such as free school breakfasts.
We’ll update this post as the day goes on to hyperlink to each of the aforementioned posts.
Please let us know what you think and I hope we provide you with some (pardon the pun) food for thought.
Meandering around this wacky Internet this morning, I stumbled upon this site, crazy meezer. The blog post that caught my eye was “Cupcakes for dinner.”
Surely, I thought, she isn’t talking about feeding actual cake to the little ones for supper (hey – don’t tell me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind on a particularly picky night!). But I was intrigued.
Turns out, she basically makes a rissole (had to look it up, but it’s basically a croquette or similar sort of meat pie) and cooks it in cupcake cups. (They’re pink on top b/c they’re mashed potatoes either colored pink or maybe they’re mashed red potatoes? Either way, that’s potato, not icing.)
Everyone loved ’em and finished their dinners.
What gave me even more heart was Leigh’s assurance that she’s a terrible cook. That means I could even make these and possibly have the whole family asking for more.
(A meezer, by the way, is a slang term for Siamese cats, of which Leigh has four.)
So what’s been your most creative way to get the little ones to eat their dinner?
Meat cupcake photo by Crazy Meezer.
We are carnivores in our house.
OK, technically we’re omnivores, as we explained to Rafael one day when he was asking about carnivores and herbivores (he’s really into animals and dinosaurs, so this comes up a lot).
But everyone — from grandma on down to Tiny (that’s what we call Markus because he was born at close to 10 pounds) — likes a nice, red, juicy steak.
In fact, it’s one of the few (maybe the only) dinners we have at which we are guaranteed that Rafael will suddenly show interest in eating at the table with the rest of his family. “I like meat,” he declares and pushes his plate to mommy or daddy for some slices.
Tiny shouts and points at mommy’s plate, demanding little pieces of meat. Once in a while he decides he doesn’t want it, after all, and flings a piece across the room. That’s always fun.
But I like steak night a lot, because we’re all sitting around, eating cooked flesh and Brussels sprouts (that, the kids don’t eat, but I figure they’ll learn to love them someday just like mommy and daddy and grandma) and having a nice, old-fashioned family dinnertime.
Rafael entertains. Markus gives his enigmatic smiles and we all laugh a lot.