Cookin' it old school

Today I made a dish I've barely thought about, let alone cooked, in the last 15 years: Tuna casserole. Ah, tuna casserole. I felt my 70s childhood come flooding back to me as I mixed cream of mushroom soup into the egg noodles. Even though I was just working from memory, the results weren't bad. Not that I ate much of it. It's all for the boy. Casseroles are my latest, greatest hope in the ongoing effort to act like a respectable stay-at-home mom and feed my kid a proper lunch every day. I tell you, it's a struggle. Lunch just isn't my thing, and most days I really have no idea what to give him. I don't really prepare a lunch for myself--I just nosh on whatever combination of leftovers and snacks I can scrounge together, but most of what I eat, Henry will not. So my new plan is to make a casserole every few days and give him that.

So far, so good. He ate the casserole for dinner. The real test is tomorrow, when he's offered the reheated version. The kid has a fine palate and doesn't always take too kindly to leftovers. But until the Canadian Pediatric Association signs off on crackers, cheese and spicy olives as a nutritionally sound meal for toddlers, I need other options.