I kind of have this thing for curling ribbon. I have quite a stash of it—nine different colors—and I use it for dressing up packages wrapped in repurposed brown paper grocery bags and for making impressive-looking bake sale items.
A little bit of curling ribbon can make a baggie with three hastily thrown together of-course-I-remembered-that-the-bake-sale-was-today-cookies look almost as impressive as the I-was-up-until-two-in-the-morning-painting-kitty-faces-on-cupcakes treats that the other mother brought in.
And that’s what it’s all about, right? Looking impressive?
Nope. Actually it’s all about raising money for the new playground… or enough money to send the kids on a trip to the zoo—with enough money to pay for the busses to bring them there AND back.
But I digress.
As I mentioned the other day, we just celebrated the Pixie’s birthday—and, of course, I had to bring a snack into school. Having done the birthday party thing with a fruit pizza cake with brownie crust (a sinfully good brownie crust, I might add, compliments of my mother-in-law) and my delightful Pretzel Kisses, I thought something healthy was in order.
We’ve been moving down this healthy lifestyle road for a couple of years now, spurred on by a growing understanding of just how bad some of the “normal” food is for you—and a dose of good, old-fashioned peer pressure.
One of the kids in the Pixie’s class comes from a family that takes a healthy lifestyle very seriously—and they try to discourage their daughter from eating anything but the healthiest snacks at school. I didn’t want to bring in something that would exclude that kid from a birthday treat—and her mother’s right: Why should “fun” food be sugary, dye-filled crap?
And just to show that I am doing something right, when I asked the Pixie what sort of treat she wanted to share with her friends for her birthday, she asked for fruit skewers (like the ones shown here).
I thought about what was likely to happen if I handed fifteen preschoolers pointy sticks… with or without fruit on them…
Boy One and Boy Two would use them for light sabers. During the epic battle that would immediately follow, Girl Three would be stabbed. Boy Four would try to eat the fruit straight off the skewer and impale himself. Girl Five would get a splinter…
I just couldn’t see it really working out in any good way at all. (Actually, I’m pretty sure that the Pixie’s fabulous teachers are fully capable of dealing with snack… whether or not it comes on a pointy stick.)
Of course, they turned out not to be Rainbow Fruit Cups because I couldn’t find any melon that looked worth eating. (And, honestly, why would there be? It is February in Upstate New York; I should have been giddy that I found good strawberries. Actually, I was giddy—I found really good strawberries!)
I brought Fruit Cups into the Pixie’s Class for a Birthday Treat. And you know what happened?
The Pixie was delighted that the curling ribbon matched her crown.
The kids ate a birthday treat that didn’t have any artificial anything in it and fell firmly under the heading of Good For You.
No one got stabbed.
They were all happy.
And I got to use curling ribbon.