After a week of chasing the crazy cold bug around our house and catching it several times, the kids and I finally felt well enough yesterday to go grocery shopping. We decided eating all the leftover cheese and crackers from Christmas was no longer "festive" and became much more detestable as the days passed. So off to the supermarket we went to buy fresh fruit and veg, organic meats, whole grains and fat-free dairy products.
We came home with Hot Pockets.
Yes, we got all the other stuff, too. But the kids were eyeing the pocketed goodness so contently and sweetly I figured, eh, what's another Christmas present? So I got them two boxes: Four Cheese Pizza and Philly Steak & Cheese. Since we don't really eat conventional meals (popcorn for breakfast, eggs for dinner, etc.) I figured they might make a good quick breakfast on the days when the kids are WAY more awake than I am. Today being one of those days, I popped in a couple of those Steak & Cheese babies, watched them swirl around the microwave and then waited the necessary 2 minutes for the molten lava innards to cool down to a respectable level.
The kids were as psyched as Jim Gaffigan when I plopped the HP's in front of them and they realized they would be eating their breakfasts out of little silver sleeves. They even made Oooo and Ahhh sounds. They turned their plates around to examine the treats. They picked them up and marveled at the perfect little satchel of "meat" and cheese. They cringed at the smell they gave off.
They both reluctantly took their first bites. My daughter, being the bright cheery optimist she is, told me they were delicious! - except for the crust part and the inside part. My son is a realist and flat out said, "No, I don't like this and I'm not going to eat it."
Both sat there in complete conflict with themselves. They knew these little food-like pouches were bought for them as a special treat and they looked fun, but they tasted terrible and weren't at all what they thought they would be. I think they thought their first bite would release rainbows and sprinkles into their mouths or something.
Admittedly, I was in conflict with myself, too. I always tell them to eat what I put in front of them and yet this thing I put in front of them was barely even food! We have such a hard time getting them to eat their meals lately, I felt I had to be adamant about them finishing this one. So there I was, sternly telling my kids to finish their Hot Pockets.
My daughter made it through about 1/3 of the thing. My son stuck to his guns and left the entire pocket untouched except for the tiniest mouse nibble on the corner. Time ran out for breakfast and I ended up taking their plates away. Thankfully they had eaten a bowl of blackberries each and I knew they wouldn't starve until lunchtime.
So now I'm sitting here arguing with my son about why he can't have a snack...wondering why I'm not letting him...thinking about what I could possibly use the other box of Hot Pockets for...
Maybe they work like Magic Erasers at getting out stubborn stains..?