Wanna See My Melons?

Don't worry Daddy, I'm not showing off what momma did or didn't' give me. I just want to show my dear bloggie friends how to avoid becoming enslaved to one of the most commonly haled and despised kitchen appliances of all time.

In the curly household, it's Little E's job to empty the dishwasher. Considering the vast amount of porcelain, glass, and flatware I manage to dirty in 24 hours the poor thing spends a good amount of time re-stacking the Tupperware and singing "I'm a Slave" with a level of volume and passion that puts Britney to shame.

Maybe I was just trying to maintain my ability to process auditory information and save the neighbors from having to endure the daily concerts, but somehow the child with a golden tongue and vicious vocals managed to bribe me into taking over dish duty for a week.

Now I'm not one to go back on my word, but after twelve hours of blissful silence, my brain was again able to process information and the reality of the situation hit me. Somehow I had to get out of this deal. Unfortunately, Little E had the foresight to demand a written contract and my argument failed to win my freedom in the Court of Mom, and I was stuck with the state of affairs.

Suddenly, as the queen of paper dishware and other forms of non-washable food containment, I discovered the joy of edible bowls. I just spoon my food inside, eat up, and then toss any rinds in the trash while maintaining a smug facial expression.

Victory tasted pretty darn sweet, but my first experimentations with melon bowls were even sweeter.



Cantaloupe Melon with Gena's version of Raw Chia pudding and fresh blueberries.



Cantaloupe Melon with my tofu pudding, Cbu (Cashew version of Pbu), and a banana flavored Magic Mix-a-Muffin

If I keep this up, Little E might be emptying this morning's coffee cup when midnight strikes on Saturday...


Ideas ladies?

With Love,

Emily