And 'lo, the deceiver delivered unto them an approximation of spaghetti
And they rejoiced, thinking it true
But the canny child spake honest:
This is GROSS!
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Day 3.
I feel wretched. At first I thought it was this lovely new diet messing with me, but I think I have a tummy bug. Great timing.
The good news is that the mantle of responsibility has passed - at least for today - to Daddy. He has acquitted himself well, in that the kids have eaten. I'm sticking to fizzy "magic" cordial.
Day 4.
Grandma takes over and we have potato cakes for lunch - yummo.
And really there isn't much else to report, except that gluten-free spaghetti only works if it's coated in tasty sauce, and we have nothing tasty with which to make such a sauce, so we're left with 'gross'.
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