Hello, my pal! Welcome to Daffy Supper Land, where we eat with a shovel in one hand and a baby fork in the other. Have fun eating!
Confession: When I was a teen, I spake as a teen, I understood as a teen, I thought as a teen: but when I became a woman, I put away teenage things.
Until my children made me dig them back out again.
What is it about Daffy Suppers anyway? I confess that for me they don’t hold the appeal they once did. I would far rather eat my dinner reasonably with a fork and a spoon and a little chunk of quiet. But to my children, they are just the riotous fun I remember. About once a year—just often enough to allay the begging, but not so often it becomes expected—we treat the kids to one.
A Daffy Supper consists of eating ordinary food with extraordinary implements. Each family member randomly draws another family member’s name, and chooses a place setting for that person: one dish, one cup, and two utensils, as “daffy” as they wish. Each person must eat supper with the trappings provided.
Here we have Exhibit A:
- Veggie tray
- Egg cup
- Soup ladle
- Baby fork
And Exhibit B:
- Bread pan
- Water pitcher
- Bar server
- Ice cream scoop
And then of course you have to cook something really fun like spaghetti…
You wouldn’t believe how much joy was milked from this silly experience. The kids wrote wacky placecards and messages. Ryan made me drink from a CD spindle case. He wanted to make me eat with a paint scraper, too; but it was rusty and I rebelled.
So the kids had a blast and we adults played along, and in the end we all had a whole lotta fun.
How do you bust boredom in January?