Mostly True Memoirs
Dots Are Terrible
Dots.
And squares.
There is no debate.
Dots are terrible.
Squares are delicious.
It all started with an angry, rambling rant when the Grown Son was about seven years old.
His tirade was a complete non sequitur, as most seven-year-old rants are.
I had to listen for a bit to understand just what the heck he was so angry about.
Meat.
He was talking about meat.
Specifically, ground meat.
Dot meat.
He made it clear that he does not like dots.
He does not like dots in his tacos.
He does not like dots in his spaghetti sauce.
He does not like dots in his chili.
Dots are terrible.
Squares are delicious.
I don’t usually give much credence to angry tirades.
But I had to admit that the kid made an excellent point.
Squares ARE delicious.
I made a pot of chili for dinner tonight.
I used cubed chuck.
There were no dots.
There were only squares.
It was tasty.
The kid was right all along.