May 23rd: Brats re-defined

Okay, okay.   My best happiest moment today was discovering the hysterical  gifts bestowed through misunderstanding.   Yesterday’s post about our picnic on the back porch with the title BRATS ON THE DECK was cause for some confusion…except for my German friend who knew INSTANTLY what I was referring to…Brats as in bratwurst vs. Brats as in rowdy, snotty, obnoxious, why doesn’t someone take them home, children.

As I think about the yummy brats that I love I realize that I give them a great deal of attention before bringing them out in public.  I have a ritual that has made my cooking of the brats almost Food Network worthy. And when they are surrounded and adorned with the right mustards, krauts, pickles, relishes, kaiser rolls and salads they are heaven.

I’m thinking this may be true with kids.  Give them a great deal of attention before bringing them out in public.  Have a ritual that would make loving the brats Nick Jr. worthy.  And then surrounding them with the right adornments, toys, friends and treats could make this version of “brats” heavenly as well.

Or there’s always threatening them with no presents from Santa if they don’t behave.

But wait… if Santa’s a German, (could be)  wouldn’t he LOVE brats of every kind?

But I digress.  I’m grateful for the smile the brats blog brought because today has been tough on a M2B:) guy.  I don’t know what’s up  but a bad case of the melancholies swooped down this morning and threatens to stay. Don’t know if it’s a physical thing, an emotional thing, or meds not working, but it’s been rattling my cage.   Or maybe I’M the BRAT that just needs a nice nap in brown mustard and sour kraut.