Food, Glorious Food-- Strike.

I suppose by now I should not stress over the fact Kean pretty

much refuses to eat after he gets his Methotrexate on Wednesdays.

I'm told the medicine makes everything taste metallic.

And even though the boy looks so happy and cute in these pics--

 I tell ya, it's all smoke and mirrors.

 He fought me by throwing everything I gave him today-- except.....

dill pickles and ice cream.

Um, not together (like the well known pregnancy craving).

Just one after the other.

Oh, that and a few bites of pears.

 Speaking of food-- here I thought I was all done and ready for Christmas--

until Holland reminded me yesterday she and her sisters need

presents for their teachers, bus driver etc.

So today and tonight we made Salted Caramel Sauce.

If their teachers don't like this liquid gold... they have no taste buds.

It is killer.