Hontid hows… cripi… ron

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

KATHLEEN TEXTED THURSDAY EVENING about getting together for dinner. She wrote, “Saturday? Is it rude to ask if Jerry has any leftovers he could bring?” She wanted us to come over for (bring) an early dinner so the kids could enjoy our company. Luke was disappointed that he had to go to bed last time.

Luke will soon be 6 and he’s suddenly become a picky eater. San Geraldo asked me what he could make that Luke would like. I said, “Chicken fingers and chips.” He wrote to Kathleen and asked what Luke likes. Kathleen said, “Chicken fingers and chips.” But she said they want to keep trying new things with Luke and, if he doesn’t like it, there’s always something in the house for him to have instead.

SG searched online for the best meals for kids. He found a list of 30. He decided to make Sloppy Joes with ground chicken, sweet potato fries, and a carrot dish. The market had no sweet potatoes and only ground pork, so he made pork Sloppy Joes and wedge fries instead. It all smelled and tasted so good. We were sure he had a winner.

When dinner was served, Luke looked a bit unsure. We all encouraged him to try the carrots. “They’re made with honey!” He put one in his mouth, which immediately turned down at the corners. He swallowed and said, “I don’t like this.” “But it has honey!” The carrots were a flop.

“But the Sloppy Joe is so good!” and Kathleen then explained how it got its name. Luke tried to pick up the overstuffed bun in his hands. He didn’t like the sloppy part. So he dumped it onto his plate and tasted it with his fork. “There’s onion!” Well, only a little, but there was a lot of celery. “No, Luke, that’s celery.” He tried to pick out the celery bits. Apparently, Luke isn’t big on textures in his food. Kathleen was dejected. Luke said, “But I’m eating the wedge fries!” He finished dinner with leftover pizza, while we four stuffed ourselves. And we finished with perfect desserts made by Pedro, which even Luke enjoyed.

Oh, the title: Luke decorated for Halloween and jumped out of hiding when we arrived. There’s a photo of the front door. If you need a translation: Haunted House. Creepy. Run.

I also wanted you to get a look at my new shoes purchased at the outlet mall Friday morning. No, not the diamond-studded ones (which were half price at only €479). The Ecco water-resistant, skid-free pair at bottom. More to come on our trip to Plaza Mayor, lunch, and our shopping spree. And I still have butterflies to share.

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KATHLEEN ENVIÓ UN MENSAJE DE texto el jueves por la noche sobre cómo quedarnos para cenar. Ella escribió: “¿Sábado? ¿Es de mala educación preguntarle a Jerry si tiene sobras que pueda traer?” Quería que fuéramos a (traer) una cena temprano para que los niños pudieran disfrutar de nuestra compañía. Luke estaba decepcionado de tener que irse a la cama la última vez.

Luke pronto cumplirá 6 años y de repente se ha convertido en un quisquilloso con la comida. San Geraldo me preguntó qué podía hacer que le gustaría a Luke. Dije: “Palitos de pollo y patatas fritas.” Le escribió a Kathleen y le preguntó qué le gustaba a Luke. Kathleen dijo: “Palitos de pollo y patatas fritas.” Pero ella dijo que quieren seguir probando cosas nuevas con Luke y, si a él no le gusta, siempre hay algo en la casa para que él tenga en su lugar.

SG buscó en línea las mejores comidas para niños. Encontró una lista de 30. Decidió hacer Sloppy Joes, batatas fritas y un plato de zanahoria. El mercado no tenía batatas, por lo que en su lugar hizo papas fritas en rodajas. Todo olía y sabía tan bien. Estábamos seguros de que tenía un ganador para Luke.

Cuando se sirvió la cena, Luke parecía un poco inseguro. Todos lo animamos a probar las zanahorias. “¡Están hechos con miel!” Puso una es su boca, que inmediatamente se volvió hacia abajo en las comisuras. Tragó y dijo: “No me gusta esto.” “Pero tiene miel.” Las zanahorias fueron un fracaso.

“¡Pero el Sloppy Joe es tan bueno!” y Kathleen luego explicó cómo obtuvo su nombre. Luke trató de tomar el bollo mullido en sus manos. No le gustó la parte Sloppy [descuidada]. Así que lo echó en su plato y lo probó con su tenedor. “¡Hay cebolla!” Bueno, solo un poco, pero había mucho apio. “No, Luke, eso es apio.” Trató de recoger los trozos de apio. Aparentemente, a Luke no le gustan mucho las texturas en su comida. Kathleen estaba abatida. Luke dijo: “¡Pero me estoy comiendo las papas fritas!” Terminó la cena con las sobras de pizza, mientras los cuatro nos atiborramos. Y terminamos con unos postres perfectos hechos por Pedro, que incluso Luke disfrutó.

Oh, el título: Luke decoró para Halloween y saltó de su escondite cuando llegamos. Hay una foto de la puerta de entrada. Si necesita una traducción: Casa encantada. Siniestro. Corre. [Haunted House. Creepy. Run.]

También quería que vieras mis zapatos nuevos comprados en el centro de outlets el viernes por la mañana. No, no los tachonados de diamantes (que estaban a mitad de precio por solo 479 €). El par Ecco resistente al agua y antideslizante en la parte inferior. Más por venir en nuestro viaje a la Plaza Mayor, el almuerzo y nuestra juerga de compras. Y todavía tengo mariposas para compartir.

• I love the wing chair in background, and Beckett. That’s not a costume.
• Me encanta el sillón orejero de fondo, y Beckett. Eso no es un disfraz.
• Carrots / Zanahorias
• I have another best pal.
• Tengo otro mejor amiguito.
• I liked Pedro’s T-shirt, a gift from his father-in-law. This is what happens when I try to get a photo that doesn’t include the 5-year-old and 2-year-old.
• Me gustó la camiseta de Pedro, un regalo de su suegro. Esto es lo que sucede cuando trato de obtener una foto que no incluye al niño de 5 y 2 años.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

38 thoughts on “Hontid hows… cripi… ron”

  1. That last pic is SO CUTE!
    Didn’t we all go through that ‘picky stage!! Some are still in that stage!! lol

  2. I am quite curious how/if Halloween is celebrated in Europe. What people do/don’t do etc.
    Please if you can post an entry about Halloween around your parts.

    1. Urspo:
      I can’t speak for all of Europe nor for all of Spain. Halloween is not a Spanish holiday, but it’s become more popular in recent years. Expats continue their own traditions and those get absorbed into local culture. I haven’t seen trick-or-treaters, but we do so decorations and Halloween themes at restaurants. Our favorite place, Mesón Salvador, is very traditional Spanish and even they now host a fixed-price, costumed, Halloween dinner every year. The most fun I’ve had on Halloween in my life.

      1. Urspo:
        I don’t even need the ghost story… although I enjoy them other times of year.

    1. wickedhamster:
      I was a terribly picky eater until around the age of 19. AND I still don’t like sloppy food. So, I completely understand. I have to admit, I liked those studded shoes. But not for that price. I was sitting and chatting away while Kathleen laughed. I turned to see Beckett an inch away from me, simply staring. I felt so loved. Those two boys!

  3. I love Luke’s signage, the wing-back chair and both costumes. They are such cute kids! And you really missed a bargain by not buying those diamond-encrusted sneakers. Going for the “sensible” shoes instead . . . what are you, a Mormon?

    1. Debra:
      Pedro had placed a doll so it was sticking out of the chair’s “mouth.” It was a great special effect. But Luke, being the kind human being he is, didn’t think much of it.

      And, yes, I also bought more button-down white shirts and skinny black ties.

  4. You KNOW you’d rock the glitter shoes!

    I love carrots, but given the choice between carrots and wedge fries, I am all fries all the time!

    1. Bob:
      I would love the glitter shoes … for perhaps €400 less. It was supposed to be carrots AND wedge fries, not carrots OR wedge fries.

  5. Sorry about the double comment, (though it does bear repeating!) It’s that ghost that follows me around this time of year imitating everything I do. So irritating.

    1. Fran:
      You should feed that ghost to the wing chair. Pedro stuck a baby doll in its “mouth” but Luke found that very ugly. Luke is STILL the most amazing little person!

  6. It looks like fun was had by all at the “Hontid hows… cripi… ron!” Party!

    Picky eating was non-existent when I was a kid — Mom had only two menu choices: take it or leave it. And if you left it, there wasn’t anything until the next mealtime! Both of my parents were born and raised on farms during the 1920’s and ’30’s, so they knew what real deprivation was and wasting food was not an option!

    1. Tundra Bunny:
      I was a terrible eater when I was a kid. What I liked, I ate a lot of. But I had a very limited repertoire. I outgrew it.

  7. I have don’t think I was ever a picky eater, and I didn’t know someone does not like sloppy joes, I do, he eats them

    1. David:
      I was very picky for the first 19 years of my life. Then I visited my newly married sister who had never cooked. I wanted to encourage her, so ate whatever she served and discovered I even like Brussels sprouts (fresh from the farm)! I have always loved Sloppy Joes, but I ate them with a fork!

  8. Next time you need veggies for Luke try peas with honey instead of carrots…

    I eat my peas with honey,
    I’ve done it all my life.
    It makes the peas taste funny,
    But it keeps them on my knife.
    🤣🤣🤣🤣

  9. Of course I love that they have the Halloween spirit!!!

    When I was his age, my mother told me I was beyond Picky Picker! Now I’ll eat just about anything, but I do limit my intake to odd things. I would love to give meats up, but then will never happen. I like my beef chicken and pork. And Ill eat any fruit and veggie now.

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      I was also beyond picky when I was a kid. And now I, too, will eat just about anything. I also would love to give up meat, but don’t see it happening. I’ve tried at times to limit myself to just fish, but it doesn’t last. And, yes to fruits and veggies!

    1. Jennifer:
      Luke was so proud of himself, and he should be. That sign is brilliant… and not at all cripi.

  10. Love the decorations — especially the armchair! And the signs on the door are hilarious.

    I’ve never understood picky eaters. I ate everything as a kid, and I eat pretty much everything as an adult. Having said that, I could have guessed the carrots were going to be a bust! Cooked carrots seem like one of those things that people either love or hate. I love ’em, but Dave hates ’em.

    1. Steve:
      I was a terribly picky eater. As for vegetables, cooked carrots, green beans, and corn were the only things I ate, although I liked many vegetables raw. Now there are only a few things I don’t like. Now I’ve got to RON!

  11. Mother always said I was a picky eater. A big problem for me was Mother’s love of onions. Onions make me sick–literally. She always insisted they did not make me sick; I was picky. Fine, Mother, whatever. I like the studded shoes. You can send me a pair for Christmas.

    Love,
    Janie

      1. If you can’t get the shoes, then you can send me money instead. I know you want to.

  12. I was a picky eater as a kid, too (which I haven’t quite outgrown.) The thing on the plate I didn’t like I’d save for last…so I’d end up eating it cold, too.

    1. Kirk:
      I was the type of picky eater that simply didn’t eat what I didn’t like, no matter how long it sat on the plate. I’m no longer picky.

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