I gave Megan cornbread for dinner last night

That's it. Nothing else. No apples. No carrot sticks, Go-Gurt, baked beans, cottage cheese (with pears or pineapple rings plopped in; I know all the fillers). Just a cornbread square. Not even a muffin. My worst offering ever. But she ate three pieces, almost half the pan, and survived, and had a great basketball practice afterwards. And I made the cornbread myself, from a box, something like four ingredients, gotta mix it, bake it, not burn it, pad it with butter, pair it with a glass of milk... shit, that's a fine meal.