The Tyranny of Dinner
Mon Mar 03, 2008 at 04:16:41 AM PDT
For many years now I've been a stay at home mom. It wasn't my fault. It just kind of happened. Due to my stay at home mom status the whole "feeding the family" thing fell to me. This was really not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. Although I do have several credits in Family Studies from High School I was never Mrs Moulder's favourite student. And while the skills I learned in high school have served me at times - apparently food shouldn't all be the same colour on the plate and hockey puck is not a real "doneness" for steak - I still suck as a cook. But the worst part of not being skillful in the kitchen is the fact that I have to make dinner every night. Every Night...
It used to be that every day around 3pm a dark cloud would come over me when I realized that I had to make dinner again. That the Dude would be coming home from work and expecting that there would be food on the table. Real food. Real warm food. And vegetables and stuff. Now that he works from home he hits me with "So what's your plan for dinner?" around 1pm. As if somehow he thinks I have a plan. He thinks I actually plan this stuff out and don't just stand in front of the fridge demanding that it throw something at me so I can cook it.
It's not really the cooking of it that gets me down. It's the deciding what to have. I absolutely dread having to plan what's for dinner. I even said to the Dude that I would shop and cook but I needed him to do the meal planning. Just tell me that you want chicken on Tuesday and we will have chicken on Tuesday. His response was to make a list of a bunch of things that were acceptable for dinner.
"This is not what I asked for." I said.
"Just pick something from the meat column and put it with something from the vegetable column and something from the starch column and you'll have dinner" He said.
"There are only two things in the vegetable column and the kids won't eat either of them. Well, #2 will eat them but the other two kids will get scurvy" I said.
"Just pick something from each column and you'll have dinner" He said.
"You aren't doing what I asked. Now you've made a list that makes more work for me." I said.
"Hmm..." He said.
"I need you to pick" I said.
"No you don't." He said.
So I ate him.
No, I'm kidding. I didn't actually eat him. I should have.
Yesterday he pulled the "What's your plan for dinner?" question again.
I said "Bacon and tomato sandwiches..." He said "Is it low fat bacon?" Seriously. He asked me if it was low fat bacon. Low fat bacon. Bacon is pretty much all fat....Dude....
From now on my "plan" for dinner is to run and hide until everyone gets themselves a bowl of cereal or toasts a waffle.
(crossposted at It's all good... )
