So a few days ago, I was whining about how I don't like to cook for my family. This week, I'm going to take a mini challenge Monday though Friday and plan meals. I'm taking this on begrudgingly... but I know that if I don't take the bull by the horns now, it will never get better.
Today, I decided to go easy on myself and cook a meal the entire family likes. It is the shredded chicken and poppy seed recipe. It's nice and fattening with cream of chicken soup and sour cream, topped off with crumbled up Ritz crackers with butter. Yeah. A dieters nightmare. (Luckily no one is dieting in this house!)
Of course, both girls wrinkled up their nose. While it was cooking, I told Abbey what we were eating, and she responded by telling me that she can't eat chicken because her tooth hurts. When I tried to remind her that she likes this dish, she just jumped up and down with tight fists and screamed.
When we all were at the table, Grace's response was to quickly shut her eyes tight rock back and front in her chair in a fit while whining... "uuuuuhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Thank goodness Michael went easy on me and dug in quietly.
After Abbey saw what recipe I was talking about, she dug in and Grace was sent to her room. As I type this, she is still at the table "eating".
I realized that THIS is why I hate cooking. If I make any effort in the kitchen, I get negative reaction from 100% of my family... so I've taken the easy way out. I realize this is my punishment for being a kid who was a picky eater herself. But I'm willing to take it on this week.
Tomorrow is meatloaf and instant mashed potatoes. I've already given Grace the menu for tomorrow so she can mentally prepare. If that works, then it should be a less drama filled dinner since the rest of us like my meatloaf.
Wish me luck.
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