For reasons unknown to me, my kids love chicken drumsticks. Personally, I think they are a little gross: greasy, messy and full of weird stringy bits. But, no matter, if we grill some chicken, the kids are really excited when they see drumsticks. They also love cold leftover drumsticks for lunch. I like to wrap the ends in a little foil to mitigate the greasiness, because both Iain and Lily are currently suffering from wipe dirty hands on clean clothes syndrome. With that perfectly grilled teriyaki drumstick (low and slow, baby) is a sodium mix: pretzel thins, rice crackers, and Goldfish Space Adventures. The fruit is, hold your breath, sweet, juicy, glorious stone fruit. Ah, peaches and plums in October—the bounty of California. Of course, it was over 100 degrees today, so I wasn’t feeling so much California love. The treat is a particularly realistic grouping of chocolate rocks.