You say it's your birthday?

When my kids have a birthday, they are allowed to pick whatever they want to eat. And then we ALL eat it for dinner.

This is a tradition I'm carrying on from when I was a kid, which my grandmother actually did for her children as well. There's a famous family story about my aunt choosing hot dogs and applesauce for dinner in something like 1965.

Last month on Boo's birthday she chose spaghetti (with homemade sauce) and green bean casserole.

So this weekend was GG's birthday. She said she wanted macaroni and cheese and pumpkin pie.

I said, "Oh, you want homemade macroni and cheese?"

She gave me a look. "Um, no. Stouffer's, please."

I'll try not to take that as an editorial comment on my cooking.