Even though my kids do not get me. My own kids. Loved and
Granted my sense of humor is dry, sarcastic and often facetious, but it’s not like they haven’t known me their whole lives. At some point you catch on, right?
This must be some kind of divine punishment. I must have done something horrendous in a former life. Did I bear false witness against my neighbor? Tell the emperor he had no clothes? Design the shoulder pads?
I’ve got one son who not only doesn’t read social cues but is totally concrete and literal. I used to tell my friends that if I told him to sit at his desk and not get up until his homework was done and the house crashed down around him, when the dust had cleared he’d still be sitting at that desk finishing up his homework.
You see why I never say “someone shoot me, please.”
And the other son? Well, how can he think I’m funny when he’s never listed to anything I say. Ever. And that’s not sarcasm, that’s straight up truth.
I write a sort of-semi-sometimes-kinda funny humor blog. Of course my boys don’t read it. When I first started writing it I’d bribe them with baked goods. But it didn’t take them long to realize that they could eat the treats and just not read the blog. Guess the joke’s on me.
But obviously I think a sense of humor is important. I’ve learned that it’s much more functional as a life strategy than pulling the covers over my head and never getting out of bed again.
So I tried really hard to teach a sense of humor by showing my sense of humor.
When kids go on play dates, parents always admonish: “now be good” to their kids as they walk out the door. I’d always say “now be as naughty as you can, get it all out of your system before you come home.” And then I’d run. Possibly kicking my heels up in joy on my way out.
When at home during the day if the boys would cry, something that makes every mom crazy, I used to say to them “Hey, no crying. You know crying is for restaurants.”
If I made a new cookie and the kids asked what kind they were just before putting them in their mouths I’d say “Oh, it’s something new, hope you like it, it’s a spinach and mustard cookie.” Yeah, no one thought that was funny. Well, except me. I did. But then I get me.
Sweet Potato Pineapple Gratin
Sweet Potato Pineapple Gratin in the oven
I’m a Bostonian living in the Midwest. My kids were born here. When they were in high school whenever they’d talk about where they wanted to go to college and especially if they’d mention local schools I’d always say: “You’re going to college in Boston, bother your Grammy for a few years.”
One of my favorites, one that I still use today (well, we’ve outgrown play dates and crying in restaurants) is my favorite. I’d say to the boys, usually in a conversation at the dinner table when they were discouraged about something and I wanted them to feel supported: “Just remember that I love you. That dad guy doesn’t much care for you but I love you.”
See, I’m funny, dammit.
You get me, right?
Sweet Potato Pineapple Gratin©www.BakingInATornado.com
3 sweet potatoes
½ stick butter
1 can (8 oz) crushed pineapple
2 TBSP pineapple juice (reserved from the crushed pineapple)
2 TBSP maple syrup
2 TBSP brown sugar
1/8 tsp cumin
1/8 tsp cayenne
1 cup chopped pecans
Salt and pepper to taste
*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a 9 X 13 baking pan with non-stick spray.
*Drain the pineapple being sure to reserve 2 TBSP of the juice.
*Melt the butter. Mix in the reserved pineapple juice, maple syrup, brown sugar, cumin and cayenne.
*Peel the sweet potatoes and slice into approximately 1/4 inch slices.
*Evenly spread out one half of the sweet potatoes onto the bottom of the prepared pan.
*Sprinkle with salt and pepper, top with all of the crushed pineapple then half of the pecans.
*Pour half of the butter mixture over the pineapples.
*Layer with the other half of the sweet potatoes. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and top with the rest of the pecans.
*Pour the rest of the butter mixture over the top. Cover with tin foil and bake for one hour or until the sweet potatoes and tender.