I always feel terribly guilty eating anything out of a can, mostly because of BPA. I look for foods which are sold in jars over cans, but once in a while I buy cans for convenience or if there isn't a jarred version (like coconut milk). If I buy canned beans or other products, I try to buy Eden Foods since they are supposed to have BPA-free cans. On top of the BPA issue, canned food (or jarred for that matter) is never as good as making it yourself, but once in a while I submit to my lamer evil side for lunch. To accompany their almond butter and jelly on whole wheat bread sandwiches, I opened some Jyoti Punjabi Chhole, added some rice milk and another can of chickpeas while it was heating up. I would have added peas and/or carrots, but I didn't. I served it over quinoa because I adore quinoa and to add some nutrition. The kids loved it. The next day I added cashews and raisins to the leftovers and they ate it for breakfast. I wouldn't suggest this everyday, but it fine for a quick grab and go food once in a while.
Dema-isms Today or Out of the Mouth of a Four Year Old:
Thud and shrieking cries, as I assessed the situation to see that Dema wasn't seriously hurt (no ER visit type stuff)...
Me: (as empathetically as possible) I told you to stop and you didn't stop (doing a "cannonball" off the bottom bunk of his bed onto some pillows), sweetie. (I know, too much "I told you so." which I hate, but I did tell him at least twenty times to stop.)
Dema: (Upset, through the tears.) Well, you are not a traffic light, mom!
Lots of hugs and then off to jump off the bed again.
Me: Do you want to bring your peanut butter pretzels out (to the park where we were the only people there) and eat them?
Dema: (He stops playing with a worried look on his face.) Mom! Someone might have a peanut allergy! The peanut products stay inside.
As we are driving away from the co-op today, we saw a cop pull someone over. Dema quickly rolls down his window and shouts while waving, "Hi, police officer!" I have one headlight out so I didn't exactly need Dema calling attention to my car.
Dema also officially learned to swim today at our neighbor, Vicky's pool. Yeah!
What Josie is up to:
She hates her car seat so much that she has recently started sticking her hand down her throat while in the car until she gags and spits up. What in the world? She doesn't do it at any other time. I guess this girl really wants us to go car-free.
Parker waters our neighbor's plants and she gives him Legos after a certain number of waterings. He came in to put the Legos together and said, "I really love the Legos, but I am going to tell, Margie, that I want to rake her leaves this fall, but only if she stops giving me things. I just want to be a good neighbor."