Sunday, January 30
A new culinary concept from Henry at the Autism Cafe! I came downstairs the other evening, after putting all the children to bed, and wandered around in the usual post-bedtime routine haze. Eventually I became aware of a persistant but intermittant beep from the microwave, its "I'm done, already yet!" call. I yanked open the door and found the bowl of cashews Henry had helped himself to earlier in the evening. He obviously hadn't cared much for them (someone had given us a tub of the candied kind) and I guess he had attempted to alter their molecular structure in the microwave. Nope, still cashews, still candied, just faintly warm. Not bad though!