I may hate cooking more than anyone on this planet however,I have a family and they need to eat so I do it. Tonight I decided to make meatloaf, get everything out but cant find the brown sugar so I think of something else I can sweat over, stare at for an hour and have the smell of cling to my hair that I just washed... chicken and mashed potatoes...I preheat the oven, peel potatoes for 15 minutes while the kids constantly remind me that they are starving... I put the pot of potatoes on the burner and chicken in the oven and walk away to regain my sanity for minute. I go back to the kitchen and realize, the burner is not heating... at all.. fantastic! I check the oven.. cold... seriously? So I fix the oven and everything is fine. The kids continue to remind me (approximately every ten seconds) that they are starving... later I drain the potatoes and suddenly it hits me... I forgot that we are out of milk... I yell to the kids to get their shoes on we have to run to Abes (local little store, only store that isnt a 15 minute drive) they get their shoes on, line up at the door,I grab my purse and when I go to open the door I dont see the truck... totally forgot that Bill took it to work and the car seats are in it... now Im cursing! With my deep love and passion for cooking Im sure Ill think of something to do with 3 pounds of peeled, boiled potatoes... after ten minutes of a blank stare at the potatoes and a blank mind I remember that my mom used to make potato pancakes when I was a kid! (Not healthy at all but at this point it isnt McDonalds crap and I just dont care) I look it up online, easy, I got this... long, messy story short, I text my mom (since my phone is on permanent mute, another story of a nightmare Ill save for another day) well, Im STILL waiting for her to text me back... so I wing it and after 45 minutes of cursing, and Mallory walking into the kitchen with a stink face and asking me, what smells like that so bad? they were done and looked slightly edible. I yell dinner time and the kids come running to the table... Billy looks at his plate and says, I hate chicken! No my dear son, you may dislike chicken but hate is a strong word used when mommy talks about cooking... I have a true passionate hate for cooking...Tonight reminded why the feeling is so strong.... Im thinking I may turn into a boxed macaroni and cheese and peanut butter and jelly type of mom... this cooking crap is for those who are obviously gifted with a skill I dont want or the insane... Have to add the only one who ate was Mallory... so glad I do this for my children... (insert angry face)
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 23:29:06 +0000
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