Wednesday, August 27, 2014

dinner is served

If one were to picture a grand restaurant with chandeliers and impeccably dressed waiters serving delicacies to diners armed with an array of fancy cutlery to enjoy the culinary delights prepared by the finest chefs, then that would be the scene I would like you to imagine is the typical dinner setting in the tummy mountain homestead.

Tonight (if we were to replace that idea with reality) I served last nights left-over Spaghetti Bolognese whilst the little ones attempted (with varying degrees of success) to tie their tongues up with strands of spaghetti while rushing backwards and forwards to the bathroom to look in the mirror at their tongues and laugh and spit the food out in the bathroom, then to return to the table to do it all again.

At least I was able to make witty puns about being tongue tied.



Martha said...

I once met a woman who could tie a knot in the stem a maraschino cherry with her tongue and inside of her mouth. She was very tricky!

TummyMountain said...

Unless she had one prepared earlier hidden in her mouth!