Yesterday I noticed buttermilk in the fridge, so I decided to make some pancakes before school.

> **Iris:** Are they blueberry?

> **Matthew:** No, I just made regular.

> **Iris:** Is that because it isn’t blueberry season?

Actually, it was because I was too lazy to dig the frozen blueberries out of the corner of the freezer.

There’s a new Japanese noodle place opening soon near us. It’s called Boom, and it’s from the creators of [Blue C Sushi](http://www.bluecsushi.com/). I couldn’t possibly be more excited. Today Laurie and Iris announced that they were going to play Boom, and invited me to the soft opening. This was the menu, as created by Iris:

**Noodles with tomato sauce**

**Noodles with zucchini sauce**

**Noodles with pork and eggs**

**Scallion pancakes**

**Noodles with spicy pepper sauce dipped in tortilla chips (very sweet and spicy)**

**Drinks: Beer**

I asked about the noodles with zucchini sauce. “You take some zucchini and mash it into liquid zucchini,” said Iris. “Then you put it in a pitcher and pour it over the noodles.” Boom: recommended!

No, I haven’t tried out any of your wonderful fish recipes yet. But today, Iris and I were playing Iris Overboard. In case you haven’t heard of it, this is the brutally realistic game where Iris and I sit on pillows, piloting a ship, until we hit an iceberg and Iris falls overboard. I rescue her by tossing her a life preserver and then extracting the fish from her mouth.

> **Me:** Let’s see, there’s the herring, the mackerel, and the sardines. You’re saved.

> **Iris:** You can leave the mackerel in there because it’s tasty.

Iris and I watched a Spongebob episode that had a Help Wanted sign in it. I explained what this meant.

> **Me:** So they could be looking for a fry cook, or a barista…

> **Iris:** …or a sheriff.

> **Me:** Sure, or a sheriff.

> **Iris:** I said CHEF, not sheriff.

> **Me:** Sorry. Or a construction worker.

> **Iris:** Or it could be some monkeys that learned how to cook.

> **Me:** Riiiight.

> **Iris:** And stand up.

Fox TV executives, are you listening?

Iris and I made up a story in which the pirates were pursued by an evil ice cream cone. Except every time Iris said “evil ice cream” I started laughing.

> **Me:** Tonight in the bath we should play ice cream, and there will be three flavors: chocolate, strawberry, and evil.

> **Iris:** Evil doesn’t sound very tasty.