Today was my son’s first day of third grade. He has a fabulous teacher in a fabulous school so there were no qualms about summer ending at this house! Of course, my readers don’t have the benefit of knowing Brady, but he is a character if there ever was one. Brady is our little politician. He is a brilliant little boy who has never met a stranger and is just as comfortable addressing two hundred people with a microphone as he is addressing one person across the breakfast table.
A few weeks ago I was brainstorming different ways I could get my website known to more people. Despite the amazing growth, I’m always looking for ways to bring Southern Plate to a wider audience. I said “I need a gimmick, something I can give away with the web address on it.” Brady grinned and quickly chimed in “I got your gimmick right here, Ma, its me!”.
Today I found out that he wasn’t kidding. I got such a laugh out of seeing this worksheet he brought home from school today! Essentially, its purpose was to help the teacher learn more about her students through their own words. After answering various questions about themselves, each student got a chance to ask the teacher a question about her.
My son wrote “My mom has a website called Southernplate.com. Can you see it?”
That’s M’boy!(A scan of the worksheet is at the bottom of this post)
I always think of these smoothies when school starts back for a very funny reason. When I first made them, they were called Virgin Banana Margaritas. I started making them, fell in love, and always referred to them as “Banana Margaritas”. I would make them for breakfast when I had bananas getting too ripe and the whole family just loved them, especially Brady.
Shortly after he had started kindergarten, I made them for breakfast one morning. Brady drank his share and then some, filling up on the tangy smoothie and bragging about how good it was. I didn’t give it another thought until after I had already gotten home from dropping him off. Then it occurred to me that Brady would likely continue bragging once he had gotten to school, boasting on his Mama’s “cooking” and how he had a Margarita for breakfast. I was mortified. I made a hurried phone call to his teacher’s cell phone. My worried explanation was met with laughter as she said he had mentioned them but she figured there was something more to it and had known to give me the benefit of the doubt!
So here you go, one more way to use up ripening bananas, another way to keep cool, and a quickie breakfast on school mornings!