Brinner

It was the quintessential fall day last week.

A trip to the pumpkin patch (still wondering if professional pumpkin finder could be my seasonal day job), a bumpy hayride, a not-so-scary corn maze and the farm store for fresh apple cider donuts and apple cider. 

A walk along a lane filled with trees boasting the perfect autumn hues. 

Mid-60’s and sunshine, jacket optional. 

Enough time to make it to the grocery store and score fresh baguettes and butternut squash soup.

I even bought new napkins at my favorite home decor store in town a few days back which made the dinner table look extra festive. 

I was feeling rather proud of my dinner table spread. 

Two kids happily ate the soup, two tried it and wrinkled their nose and two gave an outright refusal. Thankfully warm bread and chicken came to the rescue…..and cereal. That’s right. Barbara’s cereal came straight out of the pantry and into the bowls that were supposed to be for that creamy, delicious fall soup with fresh cracked pepper. Dinner turned into Breakfast or as we call it, Brinner. 

And nobody cared. 

You can make things as perfect as possible and your kids might have zero interest. I’m ok with that and you should be, too. Hey, I got to eat my delicious soup and had plenty of leftovers for the week, too. We didn’t spend a minute guilting or pressuring the kids who ate or didn’t at the soup. Nope, not even worth it. 

You know what is going to be worth it? My new book! I just finished up my final edits this week and can’t wait for you to have it in your hot little hands so you know what to do about Brinner. Stay tuned! I promise it won’t feel as long as the line with six kids waiting for that tractor hayride (aka forever).