Plan B again

This afternoon, I loaded the rice cooker and headed out to play with the kids. We came in, starving, the kids ready at the table. As I lifted the lid to the cooker, I discovered wet, raw rice. It took all the restraint in the world not to simultaneously cry and eat my insides in sheer hunger and desperation. After a deep breath and a box of pasta, plan B was on its way. By the time the spirals were served, all the not-so-favorite veggies had been devoured. Perhaps plan B wasn’t so bad after all.

When has your plan B turned out to be a future plan A?


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