Years ago, when I was pregnant with my first child, I prayed that it would be a boy. Did I have any particular reason? Not really. I just liked boys. I felt like I'd be a good mom to a boy. I had my boy and I was thrilled.
And in a bold stroke that proves either that I have a direct line to God's ear or that God has a very bizarre sense of humor, I was given four more sons in subsequent pregnancies. I am a mom to five boys. It always tickled me a little when people would notice there were five boys in tow whenever I went somewhere. The exchange almost inevitably went, "Five boys! Are they all yours?" What follows next can go one of two ways: the nice way and the "I didn't listen to my Mama" way. The nice way is when people smile and cluck and say, "Wow! You are blessed!"
The "I didn't listen to my Mama" way involves replies always delivered full volume in front of my kids and go something like, "Well, better you than me." Or the worst of them all, "Just kept trying for a girl and didn't get one, eh?"
I got what I asked for and I'm grateful. I have five-boy joy. Two of my guys were at camp last week, but there were still three at home and the teenager had three friends over. Translation: I was feeding even more people than usual with two kids at camp. The catch wasn't the amount of people I was cooking for, because I'm accustomed to feeding a horde, but rather that I didn't know I was feeding them until about a half an hour before dinner time.
I'll admit that I felt a moment of cold panic at the idea of feeding four starved teenagers and various other sundry hungry mouths. I fell back on that great friend of parents-of-teens the world over. I made pasta. I didn't just make any pasta, though, I made Bacon Pizza Pasta. The beauty of this recipe is that you can scale it up or down as much as need dictates. I made this with three pounds of pasta and none of it made it through to the next day. Leftovers, when available, are delicious.
You have to realize that even if you're providing hungry boys with three pounds of pasta, that may not fill them up. In fact, you can be fairly certain it won't. In that case, you'd best have a batch of chips and whatever your favorite salsa is on hand to bridge the gap.