To continue Pond Week, I made a duck-themed lunch. Let’s hope the duck and the gator from yesterday don’t end up in the same pond!
I made a duck shaped ham, cheese, and mayo sandwich. The sweet little duck is floating on his bread crust pond. The pond is also hiding some honey wheat pretzel sticks. I also packed strawberries, grapes, an organic yogurt squeeze, and a homemade dark red velvet cookie.
Today was a school field trip to a farm and petting zoo. It was great fun (save for the multiple tantrums of the century by one child and a complete teary-eyed breakdown by me, but hey, tomorrow’s a new day, right?)
We saw and did lots of neat things. We milked a cow, held baby chickens and ducks, pet goats, chased after adult chickens, went on a hay ride, rode a train. It was great!
When I asked my Bigs what his favorite part about our day was, he said that he LOVED holding the baby chickens and ducks. That was my favorite party too. They were PEEPING, like for real. It was so cute.
In honor of that, I made a baby duck themed lunch for my Bigs.
I made a duck shaped PB&J and used my yellow Food Writer to outline his shape and wings, and my orange Food Writer for the beak. I sprayed a light gold color on him and used a candy eye ball. Ducky is sitting on a lake of grapes, TJ’s plantain chips, and a few Goldfish crackers. I also packed vanilla yogurt (tinted blue) with chick sprinkles, and seasoned corn.
Blessings to you!
Today is Duck Day for Bigs!
Here is his lunch:
It’s a duck shaped PB&J (crusts added back after picture taken). I gave Bigs some corn, a mix of grapes and strawberries, and for dessert – some jelly beans in ducky colors (and I know this to be true since they came out of a Donald Duck packet of Jelly Belly’s).
I once had a math teacher in high school that told me I was always too worried and stressed out about things (see? I told you – it’s how I always have been!) and that I needed to be more like a duck. Even in inclement, horrible weather, even in hurricanes, ducks calmly glide through the water, letting the pelting rain slide off their backs. Sure their little, webbed feet are paddling like crazy under the surface of the water, but the rain drops just slide right off their feathers, not bothering them at all.
I’m going to try to be more like a duck.
Have a ducky day,