Maybe I've started a theme here. I wonder how many posts I can start with the words, "Motherhood has ...."? Hmmm, something to consider.
For today, the post is --- "Motherhood has sucked the joy of cooking right out of me."
Yep -- I totally blame my disdain for cooking on motherhood. Actually, I could blame it more specifically on certain offspring, but why get ugly?
I used to like to cook. Then I had kids. Or rather, I had kids who are pickier than picky. Now don't get me wrong -- all 6 are not like this. But I'd say on a good day, I had the support of about 50%. Unless I made tacos. Or spaghetti. Or ...... nope, that's about it.
I used to try new recipes for the family. Back when I liked to cook. Do you know how much food you have to make to feed 8 people? It's usually doubling a recipe. Do you know how much food is leftover from doubling a recipe when only 3 people out of 8 like the meal? I could have fed a small country on the all of the food I've had to toss. Seriously. Cambodia, at least.
Thus, the sucking out of all joy.
When son #2 (the king of all kings of picky eaters) was little he hated lasagna. Actually, he just hated the word "lasagna". When he'd ask what was for dinner (and it was lasagna) I would just say, "pasta". That worked for a few years. Then one day he caught on and that was the end of that. Dang.
My little brother was the king of all suck ups (sorry bro, but you know it's true). When looking at a plate of food that was questionable he'd sweetly ask:
bro: "What's this?"
my mom: "It's __________."
bro: "Have I had it before?"
my mom: "Yes, you have."
bro: "Did I like it?"
my mom: (lying like a dog) "Yes, you did like it and you ate it all up."
suck up king: "Oh, OK!" and then he'd eat it all up.
I tried this approach with my sons. Either they're way smarter than their uncle or they don't care enough to suck up.
OK, enough stalling. It's time for me to cook, errr ..... warm something up, for dinner.
I bet if I moved to Cambodia there would be plenty of kids who like my cooking.
I wonder if I have enough airline miles?
3 comments:
Tooo funny! And the part about bro! Remember...hey bro what's that? bro, looking over his shoulder as we put our spinich on his plate...what? where? Us...oh I guess it's gone. I am be RET but I didn't eat much can spinich. (maybe that is why I am RET?????)
Ok, this gave me a HUGE chuckle. And it's one of my very favorite stories to tell about my fantastic children (talk about suck-up!) Thanks for the pick-me-up.
I knew you'd like this one! And you can suck up all you want!!!
Love you!
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