Day 4

I'm not sure anyone realizes we are doing this mutiny yet.  I mean, sure, I've talked about it but let's look at the nitty gritty:

Day 1:

 Breakfast was sausage, eggs, and cheese sandwiched between english muffins.  Lunch, leftover homemade pizza.  For supper there was chicken with fried quinoa.

Day 2:

Cole ate the last of the Cheerios at breakfast which induced tears from Jake.  It was Sunday morning which means I have no idea what everyone ate.  At lunch we finished up the rest of the lettuce by having salads (some of us).  Someone ate the last of the fried quinoa, someone ate couscous.  Typical Sunday lunch: leftover buffet.  There is no beautiful Sunday lunch here.  We drag all the leftovers out of the fridge, throw them on the island and put some plates out.  Fill your own and microwave it or don't eat.  It's how we roll.

Sunday evening we celebrated my dad's birthday.  My family's contribution was a supreme pizza from Slice of Italy, chips, coke, and red velvet cake.  My sister brought 4 other pizzas for everyone who doesn't eat supreme (read:  everyone but me and dad) and a cherry cheese pie.  My brother has abandoned the family to live in Atlanta so he didn't show up.

Day 3:

Leftover pizza ALL DAY LONG.  This is not a complaint.  If you've never ingested pizza for breakfast you are missing a rare and beautiful thing.

Ok, I exaggerated a bit.  There was no pizza left for supper.  Yesterday was Monday which in our house means:  Meatless supper (insert groans).  I'm the only one who enjoys it.  Larry tolerates it, meaning he doesn't voice his objection.  But eyes can speak a lot.  

Here's what the kids think of Meatless Monday:

The last one.  I can't even.

Those photos were from a month or so ago.  One child literally ended up on the couch in tears over the food he didn't want to eat.  One mother was not compassionate.  at.all.

Back to last night:  I made a Meatless Monday meal that is endorsed by all.  Beans and rice over tortilla chips.  With salsa, sour cream, and cheese.  Yum.

Then we picked the name of a country out of a jar and googled poor people in that country.  Suddenly supper wasn't sitting so well with me.  I hope the images we looked at are burned in my children's brains.  I pray they don't forget what we learned:  2/3 of this country's rural population (which makes up 90%) doesn't have enough to eat for the whole year.  To make this hit home we made that number 4/6.  There are 6 of us.  What if only 2 people living in our house could have enough to eat for the whole year?

Sobering.

This morning my kids left for school with full bellies.  They carried full lunch boxes.  When they come home from school I will have a snack for them.  Tonight my in-laws are taking us out to eat for my birthday (which is next Wednesday.  I'm still 31.  Don't forget it.)  

 Nobody is concerned that we won't have enough food for tomorrow.  Some of us might be concerned that we won't like the food we have for tomorrow.  But if anyone goes to bed hungry, it's because they've chosen to.

And one of us knows that the coffee creamer will run out tomorrow.