… no, not for the blog. I’m on my 30th blog and haven’t even hit the 3 months of posts on my control issues. Nor, have I gotten to the, at least, 40 blogs on LOVE (my absolute favorite topic!). No, I’ve run out of ideas for dinner.
What did June Cleaver and Aunt Bee (there’s my age again) do for dinner every night? They didn’t have the fast food options we have now. Nor, did they know as much as we do about diabetes, trans fats, sugars, etc. But they had vegetables on the table, desserts and real meat and potatoes every meal!!! For vegetables at my house … either it’s carrots every night (yuck) or in my desperation (and guilt) I had them try this new juice that is supposed to give the kids a serving of vegetables in each 8 oz glass. What kind of mom have I become???
Here’s my additional struggle … they eat two meals from the 5:00 to 9:30 p.m. period. Please! My mom shut the kitchen down at 7 and that was it. If you didn’t get dinner you got PBJ’s … made yourself!! Now, I spend an entire 4 1/2 hours in the kitchen cooking, cleaning and doing it again — all the while, trying to get some work done, laundry and get ready for the next day. That doesn’t address the number of times that I am at the grocery store at 9 p.m. (I’ve got a blog on that one all right!)
So, yesterday, feeling guilty, I took out the Four Ingredient Cookbook. Who can’t find something to cook there? I picked out orange chicken with asparagus — chicken, an orange, asparagus and soy sauce (I cheated and added rice as a side dish). We got home at 6. Still in my work clothes, I start dinner, reading the cookbook, cutting, cooking … whew, it took less than 40 minutes. At this point I’m feeling really good about myself!
During dinner I thought someone might mention how great the food was but there was too much chatter about school, soccer and homework. No problem. I was relaxed knowing that with all this homemade food I wasn’t going to have to make a second meal later and I could have a nice calm evening!
Finally, at the end of dinner, one of them looked up at me and said, “I’m still hungry. Can I have a can of soup?”
I need a wife.
Have a fantastic day!
theyearof50 