But it’s actually a cleverly disguised flavor bomb.
Didn’t have much to work with this morning, so I decided to drop a bomb of flavor on Parker’s lunch box.
Because what’s to lose?
I started by browning some seriously thick-cut bacon. Good start.
Then I slathered brie all over a whole-wheat tortilla. And when I say slathered, I mean a really, really thick layer. You could probably swim in that layer of brie. Wow, do I wish I could do that…
Then I slathered — not quite so aggressively — creamed honey over the brie.
I piled the bacon on top of that. And then I rolled it all up into a nice, tight burrito.
It took all my self-control not to eat it myself. But then I’d have spent the rest of the day wallowing in those calories and lacking the 10-year-old metabolism to burn them.
And I guess my kid would have gone hungry.
So I didn’t.
And not a bite came home.
And not a word was said to me.
Not a word about the flavor bomb of awesome deliciousness.
I mean, sure, it would have been great if he’d come home gushing, “Daddy! That was the most delicious lunch you’ve ever packed! Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
Or even a, “Nice lunch, Dad.”
Maybe even a grunt in my general direction?
I know… Expecting too much.
But apparently whether or not it was appreciated, at least it was consumed.
And that’s pretty much where the bar is at, right?