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RosieA
I think I should move to Portugal, Antonio! I like your way better! 
I love eating in my office. I love having an hour of quiet time to read in the middle of the day. Reading is a wonderful stress reliever and mental break.
The building I'm in is 5/8 mile long, so by the time I get to the parking lot, and get to a restaurant, I'm 15 or 20 minutes into my lunch hour. So I happlily spread out my repast on my work table and crack open my book right here in my home away from home.
Laura, when my kids were in the pre-teen years, I used to hang a poster on my frig each week telling them what they and their friends were free to eat and what was off limits. I'd think, "the kids won't eat 6 raw chicken breasts" but then I'd go to make dinner and...no chicken breasts.
One of their friends loved to cook (later went to The Culinary Institute of America and became a chef) and he's grab the chicken breasts and experiment. Ergo: the poster. No assumptions!
I love eating in my office. I love having an hour of quiet time to read in the middle of the day. Reading is a wonderful stress reliever and mental break.
The building I'm in is 5/8 mile long, so by the time I get to the parking lot, and get to a restaurant, I'm 15 or 20 minutes into my lunch hour. So I happlily spread out my repast on my work table and crack open my book right here in my home away from home.
Laura, when my kids were in the pre-teen years, I used to hang a poster on my frig each week telling them what they and their friends were free to eat and what was off limits. I'd think, "the kids won't eat 6 raw chicken breasts" but then I'd go to make dinner and...no chicken breasts.
One of their friends loved to cook (later went to The Culinary Institute of America and became a chef) and he's grab the chicken breasts and experiment. Ergo: the poster. No assumptions!
On a related note, which I forgot about, many years ago I had cooked some chicken wings, and left some raw for the next round of kids. Told my youngest the wings were done - about 5 or 6 years old at the time - grabbed the raw ones! Ate a couple and told me the chicken was 'tough.' I freaked! OH NO... He did come down with 'campalabacter' (sp)- some intestinal issue the next day. I don't know how, but every year I manage to do something that keeps me off the 'Mother of the Year' ballot. He is also the one that wants to be a chef in my family. Loves to cook and bake - since he was about 2.
