Chicken Bones

We are gearing up for Ethan's 5th Birthday party this weekend. Not an invite the whole class and their brother blow out, but a simple gathering of family and select friends at our house. As long as we have cool Star Wars stuff, an overly frosted cake and some presents to open, Ethan will be happy.

In asking E last night what he wanted to eat on his special day he said either chicken bones or bats and cobwebs. See - you can’t just call food by its real name. No, that would be boring. Instead we need to call it something more elusive, something coded.

• Chicken Bones = fried chicken from Chicken Express
• Bats & Cobwebs = a marinara sauce (homemade when Mommy has the extra time), bowtie pasta, link sausage and lots of mozzarella casserole - so that when you pull out a bat (pasta) it has a string of cheese behind it aka cobwebs.