Scott was away at a two week class on the east coast. We were happy that he had this awesome opportunity to learn from the best at the FBI Academy. We anxiously awaited his calls at night to hear about his adventures. And we missed him.
We missed him being with us, but decided to do things a little differently. We decided to do some of the things that we don't normally do when Scott's around. We watched shows that we liked. We had a spa night without interruption. And we ate spaghetti. A lot. Scott isn't much for red sauces. He actually gets a stomach ache. So, it would stand to reason I don't make much with red sauce. This is a challenge for me, but I've gotten pretty good at avoiding and adapting.
Back to the spaghetti. We made a huge batch. You know. The kind you make when you're starving and think that you'll eat more than you actually do. This was fine for us. We ate it for supper. And a another supper. I warmed it up for lunch again and again. With all this noodle nibbling I thought the leftovers would disappear sooner. They seemed endless. And yet we didn't tire of this favorite meal.
One morning Gracie and I were getting ready for school. I said what would you like for breakfast? She looked thoughtful. How about spaghetti? Really? Ok. I don't see why not. And we ate the final helping of spaghetti. I have to admit I was apprehensive. Who eats spaghetti for breakfast? Cold pizza, yes. But this was different. As we sat and ate I thought, who says we can't have this meal at this time of the day? It's warm, it's nutritious and gave us the energy that we needed to start our day.
I thought this would be our little secret. That was until I got to work. I worked at Gracie's school. I was barely through the front door and greeted by a member of the staff with, spaghetti for breakfast? And then another and another. Really? Spaghetti? And I found myself defending my actions. We ate well, warm and have energy. Lots of joking ensued and I have to admit it was all worth it. Unusual news travels. Especially when it comes from a giddy first grader.
I've pretty much stuck to actual breakfast foods in the morning since then. But on occasion I will venture from the norm. I think I'm better for it. I'm not wasting food and my hunger is satisfied. Like this morning. I went to the grocery store. As I was putting the groceries away I saw a small container of chili in the refrigerator. It pains me to throw food away. And I was hungry. So guess what I had for breakfast? Here's to spontaneity. And here's hoping that we always leave ourselves open to looking at things differently.