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15 Aug 2014

You May Be Cool, But I’m Cooler

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It’s the last day of the first week of first grade and, if the rest of the school year can go anywhere NEAR as smoothly as this week has gone… It’s going to be a good year.

One of the reasons it’s been such a great transition is that I took the time to make ten lunch menus that I will rotate throughout the year (unless one or two get horrible reviews from the little gentleman who will be eating them). Last year was an endless cycle of me freaking out, trying to figure out what to make, and ending up with a lame sandwich and some packaged sides. We also would scramble to get out of the house in time, partly due to my lunch issues.

Yes, I know bagged lunches were good enough for all of us. Yes, I ate the exact same PB&J, apple, and a bag of chips for YEARS. And I loved it. But G is a boy with discerning taste. And he ain’t happy with the same ol’ sammy every single day.

Moving on. The first day of school, G came home with only 1/4 of his lunch eaten. Upon my inquiry, he informed me that they have to keep their lunches outside on a table, so by lunchtime everything was warm and sad. Side note: It’s 90 degrees where we live. Well, I didn’t spend hours slaving over index cards with different lunch items on them to have him not eat his food!! I immediately got on line and researched Good Housekeeping’s best lunch bags. Not one of them kept kids’ lunches at safe temperatures for more that one hour. I had to come up with my own solution. I marched that kid into Target, where we purchased a cooler. I now pack his lunch per usual, with an ice pack inside the box. Then I pack the lunchbox inside the cooler, with an ice pack on either side.

I’m proud to say all of the food is being ingested. And the ice packs are still cold by the time school is over!! I believe I’ll earn a Michelin Star before the school year ends. Or whatever the elementary-school equivalent of a Michelin Star is. Probably just a gold star, right?

My husband thinks it’s overkill. But he doesn’t understand us. And when I say us, I mean you and me. Because you’re in on this now, too.

Lunch Cooler