¿Como?

We ate leftovers tonight... sour meat and canadles. It's this crazy traditional dish that my family... well, we could reunite the world if everyone loved it, that's how my extended family gets when someone is making it. They flock to it and make peace with one another as they indulge. There's no such thing as a bad canadle.

Zoe is somewhat familiar with them now, and likes them. But the "gravy" part she has issues with. She doesn't like onions, which this dish is chock full of. And meat. Cheap meat. It probably cost me $6.75 to feed 25 people.

Zoe keeps wanting to call it "bagels." This is another thing she has never eaten but probably picked up the word from school and has blended into her vocabulary to replace vulgar words like "canadles." I can just see her teacher saying, "Now, Zoe, that's nice, but there's no such thing as a canadle. Put the scissors down."

Tonight I asked her if she wanted her leftover canadles with or without the sour meat. Which is the "gravy."

"I want the gravy, but no meat. No la carne!" she shrieked. "NO LA CARNE!!!!!!"



After one of my rare, brief interludes where I stop in my tracks and look toward the sky to ask my mother just what the hell she was thinking when she had kids, I realized Zoe was, in fact, NOT speaking in tongue.

Is it just me, or did my kid just switch over to the smarter-than-your-parents category? Because I always thought it was EL carne.

Esta senora es muy estupido.