When I was posting yesterday's idea I got this sneaking sense I might be culinarily coddling the kids. I felt that I was justifying everything on the plate based on what they might like, or not like, or be more likely to like, or not throw on the floor. Now, I'm never happier than when the boys--and the wife--enjoy what I make, but I don't want to sell my soul and serve fishsticks every evening, so last night I decided it was "Sink or Swim Screw the Kids Night!"
Verdict from the offspring: A success! They actually liked it. Oh well. I'll get 'em next time.