Tonight, when the kids asked what was for dinner, I really didn't feel like fixing anything. So I decided it was time for Neighborhood Survival Tactics. I told them they had to go find their own food in the surrounding neighborhood by getting someone to invite them over for dinner. The only rules were that they couldn't tell anyone their mission, couldn't invite themselves over, and couldn't go to the same house as another one of us. After dinner we would rendez-vous back at the house and compare notes on what we ate.
Molly made a bee-line for the house of her friend on the corner and had a turkey sandwich with chips and grape juice. Xander struck out at his first house across the street and then wised up and went to the old couple at the bottom of the hill, who fed him granola and lots of candy. I scored a chicken-bagel sandwich after following my nose to some people who were cooking out on their back porch.
Next time we have to do it one neighborhood over where we don't know anyone; that'll be a truer test of their abilities to survive deepest, darkest suburbia.