Ok, so I'm going to get busy figuring out what I'm going to fix this week. But just so you know, this is the hardest part for me because we don't like anything. Is it just me, or would that be a challenge for you? The next hardest part after figuring out what to make is seeing if I have all the ingredients. The answer 9 times out of 10 is no.
If I do have the ingredients, then the next challenge is actually preparing the food. If I'm in the kitchen for more than 15 minutes I start to get real anxious. Like, get me out of here anxious. And then I get distracted. I check my facebook or my email. I pick up a toy to two. And that's when things start to go bad. I burn what's on the stove. I forget a main ingredient. I start getting lazy and don't measure things. Or I get over zealous and think oh, I'll just add some of this. Never works. Why haven't I learned to just stick to the recipe?
Speaking of recipe, I hate em. Maybe it goes back to being a child and hating being told what to do. I've always preferred to live by the spirit of the law anyway. So I guess that trickles down to my cooking. Because I can never just do it like it says. I always have to mess it up.
And why is it that I can be having a really great day, but once 4:30 hits all hell breaks loose? The kids are hungry, the house is a mess, the preschooler's tired, the baby wants to be held, the 8 year old wants help with her math. Aaagh. I am trying my best but.....
Okay, so then my husband gets home after I've called him nicely and said, "get home now," and he sets the table and rounds up the children. Except for Roman, since the rules don't apply to him. We try and say a prayer but this too is pretty difficult. "Bella will you say it?"
"Roman will you say it."
"Ok, I'll say it."
Roman cries. "No I say it."
Then we eat. This would be the crescendo in most mealtimes. Oh the food. Yeah! But not at our house. I will save this drama for another post. I better get to my menu before I run out of time.