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Rice-A-Roni Is Not Actually Made Of Worms (Monday Memories)

sandwich making
Tiny-Small made a sandwich by herself for the first time and operated the microwave. Yes, I am crazy.

When I was a kid my dad plopped a steaming bowl of brownish rice in front of me. I asked him what it was and he said, “That is Rice-A-Roni. It’s made of worms.” He was trying to be funny, but I don’t think I ever ate Rice-A-Roni again. I mean, I won’t even eat it now. At the time he made his worm announcement I was reading a book about a boy who ate earthworms: How to Eat Fried Worms. The combination made quite an impression on my young mind. Even now, just seeing the box go by in the grocery store makes me feel sort of squeamish. I am aware that my distaste for the rice is irrational, but I just can’t seem to help it.

My dad had a habit of telling me tall tales and I can’t really blame him. I was so gullible I believed every single story he told was true. That must have been impossible for him to resist. I would even argue with people who tried to tell me that my dad was wrong or that he was just joking, probably because I thought my dad knew everything. I thought he was the smartest person in the whole wide world. I tried to copy my dad as often as possible because I thought he was really cool. When I was little he was in the Navy and he wore black shiny shoes to work with his uniform every morning. I had to have shoes like that. I begged for them. Finally, my Memé bought me a pair from the boys shoe department. I remember walking up and down the aisle of the Kmart shoe department admiring the reflection of my feet in the little mirrors under the seats. I think she let me wear them all through the store before she paid for them. I also remember her pointing out the much prettier girl shoes in the next aisle and asking me if I was sure I wanted those ugly black shoes. I did.

I wore them proudly even when the kids at school laughed at me and taunted me over them. I didn’t care. They were shiny and black and made me almost as cool as my dad was. Looking back on it now, I probably just missed him a lot because he was out to sea for months at a time. I also probably wanted to get his attention. Wearing those shoes was a quiet daughter’s way of screaming, “Look at me! Look at me!”

One time my dad told me the ice cream truck would be coming by soon. He gave me a dollar and sent me outside to wait. I waited for hours. Well, it seemed like hours to my little kid self, but time is flexible when you are six or seven. The whole time I kept wondering why the ice cream man had never been down our road before….

peanutbutter and jelly
Peanutbutter and Jelly: making sandwiches like a boss.

Anyway, now that I have my own child I think about what I say to her. You just never know what is going to stick in those elastic brains kids have. Will she have negative associations with particular foods because of a silly joke or comment I make? Will she want to be like me and wear the same shoes I am wearing? Will I notice when this happens? When she is quietly screaming, “Look at me!” through her actions, will I look? I hope so. The one thing that gives me comfort is knowing that Tiny-Small is not a quiet child. She is pretty high-spirited. She doesn’t put up with anything. We always know when she is unhappy with a result. While this might drive me a little crazy at 8pm, when I want her to go to bed and she is mad that I read the wrong book to her, a secret little voice inside of me is grateful that she is comfortable enough to express her real feelings to anyone within earshot. I hope she never loses the confidence she seems to have. I hope she isn’t ever afraid to make waves or to speak her mind. I hope she is never like I was.

I know Rice-A Roni is not actually made of worms. I am an adult and I can read the labels. I know it’s just rice and salt and seasoning, but I still don’t want to eat it.

Monday Memories

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CHOBANI The Yogurt Of Toddler Champions (And Their Fathers)

Chobani yogurt
She demanded CHOBANI before taking her coat off. #1 Fan

A couple of months ago CHOBANI yogurt started following me on Twitter. I don’t follow very many brands on Twitter. I mean, brands are not always that interactive with me so I don’t usually bother. Before long, however, CHOBANI was teasing me on Twitter. They knew all about Tiny-Small. They knew about some of our wacky adventures. They were actually reading my blog posts. I don’t know who operates the Twitter handle over at the Greek Yogurt company, but they are pretty hilarious. I found myself following CHOBANI back. They won me over with their wit and humor. Also, we love Greek Yogurt around here. Tiny-Small eats it every day. She’s a yogurt aficionado at the ripe old age of two.

To my surprise CHOBANI sent me an email asking if we would like to sample some of their new CHOBANI Champions yogurt in a tube! I agreed because, seriously, who turns down free yogurt? I even volunteered to do a review of it on my blog. I mean, why not? I know you guys like yogurt too.

CHOBANI Rockin' Blueberry yogurt
Rockin’ Blueberry CHOBANI Greek Yogurt in a tube.

They sent us two flavors in a tube. One was Rockin’ Blueberry and one was Jammin’ Strawberry. Tiny-Small loves them both. This yogurt in a tube is so creamy, it reminds me of the milkshakes I used to get from an ice cream shop near my house as a kid. The best part is that CHOBANI uses healthy ingredients. There isn’t a bunch of chemicals or high fructose corn syrup. Strawberries and blueberries are actually in the list of ingredients. Real fruit! Not just fruit flavoring. Tiny-Small ate one before I unpacked the box of yogurt that came in the mail. Then she promptly ate two more. She was happy because it was delicious, I was happy because it was healthy. I had to hide a few so I could taste it before it was all gone!

We had a little problem with the yogurt tubes at first. Tiny-Small would squeeze them too hard and squirt yogurt all over my leg. I put a few in the freezer and froze them into yogurt popsicles. This made it a little easier for her to manipulate the tubes and reduced the mess. She seems to have mastered the art of eating yogurt from a tube now, after some practice, but it you have a younger child or want to take them in the car freezing helps reduce the accidental yogurt slingshot.

CHOBANI Champions greek yogurt
Mastering the art of eating CHOBANI yogurt in a tube.

To my surprise CHOBANI also sent us some of their Greek Yogurt bites (just 100 calories!). We sampled both the coffee with dark chocolate chips and the raspberry with dark chocolate chips. Jim and I were excited to see the coffee one because we both LOVE coffee. We drink a lot of that around here. The raspberry one, however, was our absolute favorite. It tasted like fresh raspberries. It tasted like real raspberries. Both of them were creamy and an excellent source of protein. The perfect snack for an afternoon energy crisis. Not to mention they also have live and active cultures in them. I had my wisdom teeth removed last week so I have been living on CHOBANI Greek Yogurt. It is easy to swallow, satisfies my hunger and also counteracts the effects of taking an antibiotic for ten days. This yogurt arrived in the mail exactly when I needed it most. Thank you, CHOBANI!

 

Want to follow them on Twitter and see if they make fun of you too? @CHAMPIONS

 

Disclosure: CHOBANI sent me a box of yogurt to sample, but I wasn’t paid or compensated in anyway other way to write this review. Unless you count getting teased on Twitter by a yogurt company that likes to crack jokes at your expense. If I didn’t like the yogurt I would tell you because, like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. I’d even cut down my cherry tree just to prove it, but luckily I don’t have a cherry tree. Not to mention I am acutely allergic to hard labor.

 

A Mom Yells At Jim For Letting Tiny-Small Eat Krave Cereal

 

Krave Cereal
Krave cereal: so sweet it should be sold in the candy aisle.

Tiny-Small was sitting in my art booth eating Krave cereal. She was eating it straight out of the box. We had been at the festival attempting to sell my art for over six hours already. We were all so tired we would have given Tiny-Small the sun, the moon, and a box of cereal that tasted like broken chocolate bars just to keep her happy and quiet and in the booth. It was a long day. We were all tired and a little bored. Tiny-Small was hungry.

I ran off to use the bathroom while Jim took over manning the booth. He was discussing the benefits of showing art in a gallery versus travelling around to sell art at festivals with another artist, when, out of the blue, this mom with a two-year old in a baby carrier marched up to Jim and started yelling at him for letting Tiny-Small eat “that crap” as she called it. Jim said she was pointing at Tiny-Small and reading him the riot act.

In all fairness, my mom brought the Krave cereal as a treat for Tiny-Small. It is not really made to be cereal. It tastes like chocolate. I mean, it tastes like candy. It might as well be candy with an extra dose of folic acid in it. The thing is, grandparents can get away with just about anything. They can especially get away with feeding your child Krave cereal when they have packed up their house and moved in with you for the weekend to help you set up an art booth and watch your child so you can listen to strangers debate whether or not your prices are too high or if you have any real talent. Yes, that was a run-on sentence, but that’s how passionate I feel about grandparents. They are like gold. They are special. They show up to help when no one else will. My mom could have fed my daughter pure sugar on a spoon and I would have been thankful. Did I mention it was a really long day?

Anyway, Jim was kind of taken aback because he had never experienced the full on criticism of his parenting decisions by a complete stranger before. He doesn’t go to the grocery store on Wednesday mornings, obviously, so he was pretty surprised to discover that other people even cared about what you fed your own child. He listened to the lady tell him that feeding your child Krave cereal was almost like child abuse and that he should be ashamed of himself. Meanwhile, Jim reported later, that all he could think to say back was, “Oh yeah? Well you don’t even let your child walk!” Luckily he didn’t say that. He just sort of stammered and backed away until the verbal assault ended. Then he complained about it for a week. I’m not saying his response was bad. I probably would have done the same thing. Sometimes you just get caught off guard and stammering and backing up is all you can come up with.

Mimbres Valley Art Festival
Tiny-Small and her Meme in front of my art booth probably contemplating Krave cereal.

This experience brought up many discussions in our house. Were we horrible parents? When is it OK to offer complete strangers parenting advice? Why do parents judge each other without knowing the entire story first? Is it really child abuse to let your child have sweets once in a while? We talked quite a bit about this. We debated future responses in the event that we were verbally attacked again over our parenting choices. Mostly we just wondered why people were so mean.

Through our extensive debating, we came to many conclusions, but the most important one was that we would never walk up to a complete stranger and start yelling at them for feeding their child Krave cereal. I mean it’s just chocolate flavored cereal. It’s not the end of the world.