Perry Mason vs. the chicken sandwich

Remember how much my dad likes ribs? My brother is the same way with chicken sandwiches. Well, that may not be true. But it sounds good. And he did call me the other day to say, “Today’s the day!” To which I said, “What day?” And he said, “Chick-fil-A spicy chicken sandwich day!”

Obviously, I wanted him to check in with me once he’d tried one. Here’s what he had to say:

spicy chicken sandwichAs far as chicken sandwiches go, I would give Chick-fil-A’s spicy chicken sandwich a solid 7 out of 10. The original sandwich gets an 8 out of 10, because it’s the best fast food chicken sandwich on earth.

(My sister-in-law, in the background: Why isn’t it a 10?

My brother, who I’m positive has put a serious amount of thought into this: There is no 10. There has to be room for growth.)

So I give it a 7. It’s spicy, and if you’re in the mood for a chicken sandwich it’s pretty rockin’. The best part about it is if you get a deluxe, you get a choice of cheeses: Pepper jack, provolone, [something else] and I don’t remember the fourth. Carrie says it was American. I went with the pepper jack, and it was pretty good. Next time I’d get the provolone, because I think it needs something to tone it down a little. It’s like Wendy’s spicy chicken was a few years ago; almost too spicy. Wendy’s toned their’s down, though, and I think Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich is still the best spicy chicken sandwich, but Chick-fil-A’s regular sandwich is still the best overall.

Baby had a bad, bad dream

Poppy’s been doing much better with the staying-in-bed thing. We made a chart with 10 spaces for stickers on it, and she gets a sticker every morning that she wakes up in her own bed. Once she gets 10 stickers, she’s going to get a trip to Build-a-Bear. And, of course, a bear. She has four stickers so far, but she landed in our bed again this morning at about 5:30. She was shaken, and she told me she had “the bad dream about the popping-out eyes.” That does indeed sound like a bad dream. Once we were up and around this morning, she told me the whole nightmare:

There’s a baby bunny, and it wants to see the whale. It wants to see the whale up close and down deep. The baby bunny’s mommy says, “No! You must not go down deep.” But it goes to see the whale up close, and the baby bunny’s eyes pop out and he falls over.

Yikes. I can’t imagine where she would’ve seen or read anything about the dangers of deep-sea diving, but where else could she have gotten such an idea?

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Monday: Spaghetti.

I let the kids pick the meals for tonight and tomorrow night. This was Poppy’s choice.

Tuesday: Eggs & veggie sausages.

Pete’s first pick was yogurt. His second? M&Ms. Much as I hated to make him go with his third choice, the first two just didn’t seem like dinner material.

Wednesday: Grilled pork sliders.

Thursday: Edamame noodle bowls.

I never made these last week, so here they are again! Maybe we’ll actually have them this time.

Friday: Pizza