Last Friday was a PD day; for a short week it sure seemed long. Perhaps it was because it was the last week of January. Not to wish my life away, but isn't it nice to be into February?
Back to the PD day. If I was a working parent, the PD days that occur every third week for the entire school year would probably get to me after a while. But I'm not and they don't; in fact, I welcome the lazy mornings of milling around in my yoga pants, nowhere to go and nothing more pressing to do than drink copious amounts of coffee.
And making hot lunches, of course! One might assume that since my children come home for lunch, I serve them a nice hot lunch every day. That assumption would be wrong. In fact, I have never made a hot lunch on school days; I'm too pressed for time with the 55 minute lunch hour, for one thing. Typical hot lunch items my children don't eat even if I did prepare them, items such as soup, chili, or macaroni. I know. I know. I could write a whole post on the tragedy that is my kids' aversion to that childhood staple, mac 'n' cheese. Another day.
What they do like, and what I do make on PD days as a special treat, is French toast. It feels like a special, syrupy ritual: heating butter in the pan, soaking each piece of whole grain bread in its own mixture made up of an entire egg and a splash of milk, cooking until nice and crispy on the outside, soft in the middle. Served with a glass of milk and some fruit, it's a perfectly balanced lunch. Plus syrup, of course, which - according to my kids and Buddy the Elf - should be in a food group all of its own.