|Yes, I actually wore this to the grocery store one day...|
After several months of annoying body aches and pains, a friend suggested I start taking vitamins and some organic, unrefined oils to aid in my overall health. I was interested in getting myself back into better shape. I liked the results of these vitamins and the time came when I needed to re-order.
While looking through the mail order catalog for the produce, I was delighted to find another product any good mother would want to give her children. I found the children's version of these oil pills I had been taking. I carefully read the description and without hesitation placed my order.
Soon the small box arrived at our doorstep, just before my two oldest OS arrived home from school. My freshly baked brownies were cooling on the kitchen counter. I looked at the colorful bottle. Darling little jungle animals and bold lettering made the label seem so appealing. The scrumptious butterscotch flavor described said it was delicious over desserts. I swept into action and a secret plan started cooking in my head.
Nate and Aaron bounded up the street and took their usual places around the kitchen table, awaiting their afternoon snack. I told them about the yummy brownies and they were practically salivating with anticipation!
|Can you say yum? Can you say yuck?|
The oil sat that on the brownies for a moment, almost as if it were saying, "Are you SURE you want to do this?" but then it seeped into the dark chocolate.
They'd never know I had added some health food to the middle of this treat. Aha! Mission accomplished!
I presented each boy with his own plate. It was Nate, age nine, the most discerning of the three, who asked me, "Mom, what's that on the brownies?" I escaped answering the question and encouraged him to dig in.
The bite had barely entered his mouth when he grimaced and contorted. He held the moist brownie bits on the curl of his tongue, hoping not to swallow any and cried, "Ugh, Mom, these are sick! What did you do? They taste terrible!"
|flax seed not in oil form!|
I tried not to laugh and despite me encouraging him to try another bite (he was almost gagging from the first one), he quickly declined. Seeing their big brother so grossed out, the other boys suddenly lost interest in their snack. They scrambled from the table before I could torture them, as I had their brother.
I wanted to be the best mom in the world with a homemade snack and health food all rolled up into one great afternoon treat. While the taste of that nasty brownie concoction will hopefully fade from my son's mind and palate one day, I take solace in knowing that he'll probably growing up remembering one thing, that his mom made a mean plate of spaghetti!
|"I shall never forget that day my mom almost poisoned |
us with those horrible brownies. Wow."
How about you? Any tricks you've tried that were less than successful?