PRAIRIE FARE Spillin’ the Beans About Getting Kids to Eat Vegetables
If I placed all the green beans I cut as a child from end to end, theyd probably reach from Fargo to Jamestown. Maybe the trail of beans only seems to have covered 100 miles.
I became quite efficient... Posted on 7/1/15 at 8:13 AM
I admired some blooming tulips and crocuses on my way home from work. Inspired by these signs of spring, I decided to check whether my perennial plants survived the long winter. My lilies were poking their green sprouts out of the ground victoriously.
“Should I put it in this bowl or that bowl?” my 13-year-old son asked.
“Add to this bowl,” I replied, pointing at the stainless steel mixing bowl.
“Are you sure? You’re not talking about that bowl, are you?” he asked with a grin.
“Water! Water! Who wants some water?” the young man called out.
At first, I thought he was making a joke. I looked up from tying a sandbag among the millions of sandbags being used to fight rising floodwater.
“We have too much water already!” I thought to myself.
We had been warned to stock up on groceries because a blizzard was in the weather forecast, right in the middle of an epic flood. The grocery store was packed with people, all with well-earned weary expressions on their faces.
I just looked out my office window at sheets of blowing snow. I’m blocks from a rising river being held back by millions of pounds of sandbags put in place by thousands of volunteers in North Dakota and Minnesota.
Years ago, before a husband and three children were part of my daily life, I took various community education cooking and baking classes. I learned to decorate cakes, cook Italian food and make various soups. I had a lot of fun in the process.
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