This evening, my soon-to-be five year old asked me the question that sends tremors of dread through women around the world: "mom, what's for dinner?"
In my head, I am thinking "pork chops, green beans, rice". But I know better than to answer with that. Pork chops, beans, and rice is boring. And yucky. And he doesn't like that. And he wants something else. Blah, blah, blah.
So after a moment, I replied..."C, for dinner this evening, you will be enjoying hand-cut pork chops, marinated overnight and grilled to perfection. Steamed green beans tossed with fresh minced garlic, sea salt, and clarified sweet cream butter. And of course, a delightful risotto with carmelized onions and aged parmesan cheese."
He looked at me, surprised, then said "Ooh, mom! That sounds good!"
And it was. Sometimes, it's all in the verbiage. :)