Monday, April 28, 2008

“There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.”*

For dinner tonight I made this chicken, and these yam cakes, and oven fries, and steamed whole green beans, and chopped organic Braeburn apple.

Primo ate: an apple, a glass of milk, a piece of potato and a bite or two of chicken (both dredged through ketchup) before declaring it "OK."

Seg ate: half an apple, a bite or two of chicken, and a glass of milk.

Terzo ate: four pieces of potato and a glass of ice water.

H ate a helping of green beans, some yam cakes, and a couple pieces of potato.
He was "not in the mood for chicken," which I, having been married to the man for thirteen years (but perhaps being a tad oversensitive?), translated as "I don't like drumsticks." (From the man who won't eat scallops (yucky texture), crab, lobster, or shrimp ("bottom-feeders"), pork, most red meat except for the occasional hamburger or $25 piece of steak), or flounder ("trash fish").)

I ate it all; in fact, I ate too much, and it was DELICIOUS.


Maybe my looks are the problem...

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* Thomas Wolfe

13 comments:

tut-tut said...

I'm sure it was ALL delicious; and they are all eating it, too. You hang in there; it will all turn around one day, and you'll wonder where in the world it all went--and why so fast.

BabelBabe said...

(wailing): but NOBODY ate it but ME! they all complained about it, that it wasn't grocery-store rotisserie chicken, or french fries, or whatever. grrrr!

Badger said...

Dude. Welcome to my MOTHER-EFFING WORLD.

delta said...

I feel your pain. Truly. Been there (although not with your level of cookery, but play with me here...)

Often, you remark about how much your kids can eat, and how they try new things. Which I think is amazingly wonderful!!!

This time they didn't.

Or they just weren't hungry.

So, you had three finicky little boys -- and one finicky big boy -- tonight.

For whatever reasons.

I read your menu and was green with envy. I wanted to come over for dinner!!!

At least YOU were able to enjoy your delicious fixings.

It happens to all of us. We fix what we think are going to be wonderful meals, and no one is interested. We fix fish stix and mac 'n cheese and people are frigging orgasmic!!! Go figure. Maybe it is just a way to keep us humble...

Or maybe we just need to say: go fix your own f-ing fish stix!!!

daysgoby said...

I've come to the conclusion that the more work I put into it AND the more I think Wow, they're going to LOVE this!

the more they'll hate it.

Cass came home today and told me he had this great dessert today at lunch and that they were going to write out the recipe for me.

I'm really, really afraid it's diet lime jello with cool whip.
In which case I GIVE UP.

HEATHER said...

Lady, I know and I feel your pain!!
In fact this happened to me tonight. I fixed a WONDERFUL new recipe of a chicken and rice with broccoli and cheese. The kid ate about four bites of chicken and we had to force those. I just read your post to my mom and she suggested that all of our boys are suffering from "Spring Fever". I hope that's it!

paula said...

In the immortal words of Bager, tell him to 'make your own damn dinner'.

blackbird said...

At least you didn't make different entrees for each member of your family. If they are hungry they will eat...I thought it sounded damn good.

Velma said...

What bb said! I still end up feeding 2 separate meals a night most nights, kids and later, adults. Bleah.

Caro said...

When I make something they don't like (and I LOVE) it can only mean one thing.

MORE for ME! Neener neener neener.

But yes, I totally hate when I make a big, detailed, lots of work dinner and everybody acts like they can't bother to eat it.

TLB said...

That would make me INSANE. You have every right to wail.

Brando will not eat shellfish either. I think it shows a lack of an adventurous spirit at best.

Sarah O. said...

I think Badger said it best.

The only thing my whole family will eat is fried chicken breasts. Period.

Which is, sad to say, an improvement.

Oh, and I'd gladly eat everything you made. Looks scrumptious!

kim at allconsuming said...

I can't believe you're married to someone who won't eat bottom-feeders either.