I have been experiencing drastic mood swings. When I say drastic, I am probably under-emphasizing it a bit.
I think my husband is afraid of who he'll wake up with every morning.
That didn't sound right, but I think you know what I mean.
This morning I woke up and declared that I was not cooking any more. His flinched only a tad, then mumbled, "Greaaat. Just great."
I'm serious. Mostly serious.
The first dozen years of cooking went smoothly. Everyone was happy and healthy. Now, however, they're sick of my meals. Everyone is 'starving', but after they wash up and sit at the table, there are a few minutes of conversation, followed by, 'Um. I'm not really hungry. I just ate a speck of a cracker two hours ago.'
Seriously? After I had cooked and sweat and slaved and gave up time out of my sweet ol' life??? (Sweat and slaved really add the mom-guilt.)
So, I decided I was not cooking one more measly meal until we did a little overhaul. Every person (besides myself), Jon included, had to come up with seven meals. Seven. Granted, that is a lot, but I've come up with hundreds over the years. They can do seven.
After looking over the food pyramid and talking about whole grain vs. refined, bleached grain (I added that information so that you'll think I am smart...), we decided that each meal needed to have a full serving of protein, grain, and fruit or vegetable. Then I got out a load of cooking magazines, full of pictures of each recipe, and let the kids go to work.
There were a few laughs along the way. Lopster instead of lobster. And no, steak cannot be all seven meals. Zippy fries, not zipey. Caviar is not an option and not everything on your list can be deep fried. Beef tenderloin with macaroni and cheese and apple slices.
Everyone seems excited about it. It's one of those 'a-ha' moments that I should have thought of sooner.
I'm slow like that.
Sometimes you just gotta' pull yourself up out of a rut, don't cha' know?
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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11 comments:
I am so there with ya on this one. It gets old trying to figure out what to make for dinner every single night of the week. I have been letting the kids pick and cook one meal a week. It has lightened the load a little and it's fun to listen to them in the kitchen working together. They aren't bad cooks either.
Great idea! I hate meal planning and cooking and cleaning up after cooking and grocery shopping and laundry and cleaning the house.
Chuck Norris has steak for 7 meals a day. For the eighth he has the rest of the cow.
Fran I am with you. Unfortunatley hating all domestic duties is not a good combo for a stay at home Mom.
In response to Steve Nixon's "Chuck Norris" response. Chuck will be eating his meals through a straw for a while after I kick his butt. In fact, after I of the stomach blows I throw his way, he may never be hungry again.
As for my kids, I just cook meals from the Emeril Lagasse cookbook to get a rise out of them. If they don't like, better left overs for me to enjoy.
What the heck, Nick? Are you not a member of the Norris cult? Steve may well kick your butt now. He has been an apprentice of Chucky for several years now.
Be afraid.
i found out that they eat the meals if they make them, as well. they love looking through cookbooks, picking a meal and preparing it themselves (with a little help).
isabel made herself scrambled eggs for lunch the other day! and she's six!
Oh Nick Nick Nick, Chuck Norris reads the entire internet before bed every night so you had better try to hide.
Lobster and steak? What night is that? I may be in the neighborhood.
Sorry John, but ... why not have John cook sometimes?
Ha ha ha ha.
Haaaa.
HAAAA!!!!!
Seriously.
Haaa!! HAAAA!!!
Mike, Jon cooks breakfast/brunch a few times a week when he's here. The only thing he can cook is bacon and eggs. He thinks he's a really good cook, and I guess, if you're grading on a bacon and eggs scale, he is...
I like all of the variations of "ha" that you used. I really felt like I was there with you laughing at Jon's cooking skills.
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