Living today -- but cooking for yesterday

You've heard the story, right?

The story about the woman who cuts both

ends off the roast before she cooks it for Sunday dinner?

When a guest asks her why she does this,

the woman replies, "Because my mother always did it."

When asked why she cuts off the ends of

the roast, the woman's mother replies, "Because MY mother always did

it."

When asked why she cuts off the ends of

the roast, the woman's grandmother replies, "Because I have a small pot.

DUH!"

I thought about this story the other

evening when I was in the kitchen cooking up a big old happy pile of

steaming spaghetti for dinner. Why was I cooking up SO MUCH spaghetti?

Hello! Don't you know? I HAVE FIVE KIDS.

Man children. Who eat everything in sight like a big old happy cloud of

scary locusts.

Their friends do, too. Even the girls.

So are you kidding me? We totally need a

COSTCO truck full of food delivered to this house. Every. Single. Day.

Besides, spaghetti is super easy to make.

Also quick. You can have a meal for an army of scary locust boys (and

their mandibles) (also friends) in 20 minutes or less. And that's a good

thing when you have a billion ball games to go to every week.

Didn't I tell you that part? Those boys

all play soccer! Baseball! Lacrosse! Dude, I am just running around this

valley like crazy, trying to squeeze in all those games.

We have paper routes, too. Like I always

say, kids should have paper routes so the mom can learn some