Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Kitchen Nightmares

The three words I hate most in the English language are, quite possibly, "what's for supper?"
A close second: Parent Participation Day!! at my daughters dance studio.
And also: "Look at Stephenie Meyer!" from well meaning family members. Okay, that's four words, but close enough.  I don't begrudge her success or her book (I devoured Twilight and the whole series just like everyone else), but the point is not everyone will get famous from their book. Some of us will have our day jobs forever, or at least until we qualify for pension.
Which isn't a bad thing.
I get to jab people with needles all day at my job, and what could be better than that??

Anyways, as I was saying.
As soon as I get home from work I get swarmed by my family. "What's for supper?" they want to know.
I never know. Mentally I run through the contents of the fridge and cupboards, churning up unrelated items such as pickles and hamburger and flour and watermelon.
Is there a meal in there?
I didn't think so.
I ask Geoff for his input. He shrugs. "Whatever."
"Fine." I say, picking the easiest thing I can think of. "Pancakes."
"What? Pancakes, for supper?" Geoff asks.
OK, it is unorthodox, but come on. I've just worked for eight hours and I'm tired.
"Well, what do you want?"
He shrugs again. "I don't know. Anything. Whatever."
"Fine. Tacos."
Second easiest thing I can pick.
"Tacos? Again?" my husband asks, disappointed.

It's frustrating.
When did I become the maker of the menu plans? I don't ever recall having an explicit conversation about this. But I guess it's probably just as well that I am, otherwise I fear we would be eating a lot of chili and stew- from a can.

And so, you tell me: what's for supper in your house?


Dee said...

Oh girl, I don't miss those days of hungry chillins demanding food. LOL One of the best parts about empty nest.

randine said...

I know! I sometimes look at them (the little darlings) and do the mental math: 20 (I'll give them til 20 to move out)-12 (the most annoyings current age)=8, but then 8 years seems like a long way to go. And that's just the oldest. And who am I kidding? They're probably going to live with me forever, the way the economy is right now.

Lorrie said...

A summery soup with fresh greens from my garden and a freshly baked bread (my hands hurt from kneading) and a chocolate mousse for dessert (my hands hurt from milking the cow). I picked some apples from our tree to make a nice zesty cider!
AKA - Hamburger Helper with 5-Alive and No Name pudding.
P.S. nice pic!!!!!

nikki said...

I was just going to ask you that question! What should I make for supper!?!? Ok, lets be honest...I can't cook at all. Jay does most of the cooking. I'm spoiled, I know. I think he is making Jumbalia for supper. Ugh...I'm so sick of that...and the fajitas he always makes! Ok, I'll stop complaining.
Ps...Haha Lorrie!