Last night I made the WORST DINNER EVER for my family. To my credit, some of it did come out of a box, but even though it emanated a rather dubious aroma as it was cooking, and despite its rather gelatinous appearance, I still served it. Eila's comment about dinner was the most telling: "I like the cauliflower better, Mommy" - remember, she's 2. In the end, I let her have a turkey dog. Sean and I weren't so lucky. He choked his down by drowning it in buffalo sauce, while I chose to smother mine in BBQ. Neither condiment truly helped make the dish any more palatable, but I suppose the saving grace, if you can call it that, is that the dish was nutritious even if it wasn't delicious. And believe me, it wasn't.
Anyway, tonight I let someone else do the cooking, and since it finally stopped raining, after what seems like weeks and weeks of sodden and dreary weather, we dined al fresco.
Anyway, tonight I let someone else do the cooking, and since it finally stopped raining, after what seems like weeks and weeks of sodden and dreary weather, we dined al fresco.
Needless to say, Eila was very excited at the prospect. She was even more excited to play at the park afterwards. Wheee!
Every night should be this glorious! The sun, the fun, the absolute lack of dishes to do afterward, and food that was actually edible made tonight's dinner a celebration. Last night's debacle pales in comparison to tonight's revelry. Thus, in the end, I am feeling a little bit redeemed.