GRAND EATS

I feed a notoriously-picky-eater of a ten-year-old five nights a week. At least once a week, I text a photo of his dinner to his working parents. You can bet I sent them last night’s Teriyaki Shrimp in a broth with Snow Peas and Udon, and not tonight’s Two Hotdogs served with a Squiggle of Chilled Catsup. 

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