Monday, April 16, 2007

Sausage Tasting

Now get your mind out of the gutter, there's none of that going on here. Even if there were, I most certainly wouldn't be telling you about it here. So, if you're looking for something dirty you'll have to go elsewhere.
What I am referring to is my husband's latest scheme to get our kids to eat. We are at out wits end with the constant complaints we receive from our lovely children at every meal. With three kids you can never expect everyone to be happy, after all that would be considered a miracle, and since we are hardly exemplary Catholics I don't expect any miracles to happen to us any time soon. What we do get is lots of good healthy whining. When we have macaroni, we have to put up with Carmen's, "What, macaroni! But I only eat spaghetti", and when we come out with "Pasta is pasta, so just eat it", she still insists that macaroni and spaghetti are two fundamentally different things and don't taste alike in any way. Now, if someone would care to explain that to me, I'm all ears. If we make fried eggs then we hear Vio's cries of "I don't like fried eggs, only omelets". Our reply to this is to read Dr Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham to her, but so far this has gotten no response whatsoever. If we serve lentils, chickpeas or beans then Rocío simply clamps her mouth shut and refuses to eat at all. All this inevitably ends up with threats of someone not playing with the DS, and people getting sent to their rooms in tears and such.
In light of this, Jesús came up with a cunning plan (sorry, I've been watching Blackadder again). He decided to celebrate a sausage-tasting contest. Carmen hates sausages and normally wouldn't even touch one with a ten-foot pole, but who could resist participating in such an exciting event. Each kid was armed with a plate with three different kinds of sausage and a piece of paper to rank them. So, there was my husband in the middle of the kitchen, calling out in his best Eurovision Song Contest host voice, "Oscar Meyer Weiner - Ten points. Le Weiner Oscar Meyer - Dix points". This was quite a spectacle, let me tell you, but I have to give him one thing, dinner was finished in a snap. Soon, we'll be hosting the Eurotasting Brussels Sprout competition, but I think that's asking a bit much.
And the winner is... Frankfurt El Pozo! Et le gagnant est... Frankfurt El Pozo! Since I don't have a video of the El Pozo sausages, here's the first runner up:

4 comments:

  1. good luck with that whole "gettin' your kids to eat" thing. the bad news is: you'll never get them to agree on anything. the good news is: they'll manage to grow into strong adults in spite of the fact that one only eats mac 'n cheese, and the other's addicted to yogurt (okay, at least in my household, that's how it worked. one son is now 6'5", the other 6'3"...and now they eat us out of house and home. aieeee!)

    just saw your comment at Diesel's (oh how we lovelovelove that guy) and thought i'd pop over to say "hi"! xox neva (aka "snuppy" at Central Snark)

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  2. Hi! Thanks for popping in, I just love Central Snark. I hope you're right about them growing up strong even though they eat next to nothing. But I do hope they won't get to be 6' tall, 6' tall women don't go over too well here in Spain. Why is it that most men just can't handle being with women who are taller than them? I was lucky enough to find one of the few that exist.

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  3. Ah, I see Neva beat me here. She's like my beloved crazy aunt who goes by a different name every day of the week.

    I'm fortunate that my kids aren't very picky eaters. Climber will eat pretty much anything, and Speed Pony isn't bad either, although we theorize that she subsists primarily by taking in nutrients from the atmosphere.

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  4. You guys sure are an interesting bunch, you definitely know how to make people laugh, and as Audrey Hepburn would say, "I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person." So, get out there and keep making us laugh.

    Violeta (my youngest) must be like Speed Pony, because whatever nutrients she gets, they aren't from food since she hardly eats any.

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