Lately I've been favoring a category of dinner that Anna refers to as "healthy mush on bread."
|Chickpea Wraps with Celery, Dill, and Mustard|
|Lentil and Eggplant Chili Mole with sourdough toast.|
Here's the twist, though: Anna likes healthy mush on bread. So when I Hannigan her with a "We're not having hot mush today /pause/ we're having cold mush" the general response to both is a shruggy "okay."
After all, she needs to keep up her strength long enough to finish annotating all of her baby pictures.
|Is it, though?|
Ivy does not like healthy mush on bread. Or just mush. Or just bread. Or me. Or anything.
|Your sister was once just like you and I know you will be an enjoyable goofball someday and if Anna didn't break me you won't either although your efforts are certainly more extensive at this point|