For the most part Im in charge of meals around here. Most weeks I try and split meals between tried and true recipes and new ones. I ask PC what its like to come home and just have dinner there- meaning- what its like to have no choice in what it is you get? He doesn’t seem to think twice about it. I think Im a good cook, he’s not a picky eater so we manage just fine. I do try and ask him as Im meal planning for the week if he has any special requests. This week the request was potato leek soup. Mmmm, okay.

My usual places to look for recipes are Food Network, Epicurious, and recipezaar. I settled on this recipe and it was fantastic. Though I used milk instead of cream and just a tad less butter.

As we were eating dinner I announced that I missed fall. I miss crunching through leaves and cool crisp weather. I like making hearty soups on cold days. Im bummed that I can’t take the kids to the pumpkin patch or on a lame hayride. Instead we settle for moldy pumpkins imported from California at the commissary.

Today as we were walking in from the car after picking Nathan up for school I commented on the weather. There are dark ominous looking clouds and there must be a storm out over the ocean because its windy and cool. And by cool I mean its a cool 84 degrees. As I said that Nathan told me confidently that the reason it was so cool was because its “Antem” (pronounced like the word anthem, with out the “th” sound). I asked what Antem was. He told me that meant it was cool out. And I asked him in what language Antem meant cool? (Its not Japanese and while his teachers are Filipina I don’t think they teach Tagalog).

“ENGlish mom.”

“I’ve never heard of the word Antem meaning cool in English.”

“Well, thats what my teacher told me today. First its spring, then summer and then antem.”

Now I get it. I just wish it felt more like Antem.

Filed under: yes he said that- and no I didn't teach him