Thank heavens for a husband who doesn’t care what food is on the table as long as everyone eats!
Sure, I would love to prepare and serve three from scratch meals every day. I would love for us to eat healthier foods. Perhaps we could even grow our own food in our backyard garden.
Ideals are not reality. Here’s my reality. I barely like vegetables and onions are the worst food ever created. My husband isn’t picky at all except that everything must be plain, he only eats Prego spaghetti sauce, and mushrooms are not food. Our 13 year old has finally started eating more variety, but potatoes are his nemesis. The girls could live on peanut butter and chicken nuggets. The baby however, he’s an eater… except for green beans.
So where does a tired mama even start!? I attempt meal planning, but we all get bored and inevitably I’m not in the mood to eat what I’m supposed to cook that day. I find new recipes online and, sure it’s edible, but more times than not, they don’t want me to make it again. Ryan even bought me a cookbook (he’s brave sometimes), but none of the recipes appealed to more than one of us. Basically, we’re a bunch of spoiled brats when it comes to food and way too often we rely on takeout to please everyone.
So why is my garage full of brand new kitchen cabinets just waiting to be placed in our brand new kitchen? Why is there a gorgeous stand mixer sitting on my counter? And why are we awaiting the arrival of way-too-good-for-me appliances? Because I desperately want to enjoy cooking and serving meals to my family. Well not breakfast, I’ll get my coffee, you get your cereal.
Food is such an essential part of our lives and I want it to be enjoyable for me and for my family. So this is me asking you for tips, secrets, and stories. This is me sharing the most frustrating and silly part of my adulthood with you. If nothing else, maybe we can laugh together.