Tags: children, dinner, humor, spaghetti sauce
“Ew, what smells like dead bodies?” grimaces my nine-year-old son as he enters the kitchen.
Um. That would be the homemade spaghetti sauce simmering in the crock pot.
So yeah, after that comment, I knew that a quick stop at
the Whistle Stop Cafe Baja Fresh to pick up burritos was my new plan for dinner.
Because, conjuring up that scene in Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe? Ew.
But the next day, after all of the spices in the “secret sauce” had blended, we all feasted on spaghetti.
And it was delicious!