My poor daughter saw the beans and promptly declared that 'she hates beans - they have them at school and they are disgusting!'. These are nothing like baked beans or beans in a school cafeteria. I asked her to take one bite. She put three beans in her mouth then proceeded to sit there for 20 minutes - refusing to swallow.
This day will live in infamy as The Battle of the Beans.
Finally I let her spit them out. The poor thing was miserable. The upside for me is her refusal to eat dinner negated any electronic privileges for the evening (no TV or iPad). With nothing else to do, she took a shower and went to bed.
For those of you who envision a Dickens's novel, I did feed her something else nutritious and filling. No worries there. But tonight? Mom = 0 and Daughter = 1.
It is still wintry here in Northern Illinois. Coming home to a warm, savory and filling meal is a working mother's dream.
Happy St. Patty's day - have one for me!