Gourmet meal, minus the kids?
So as I increase the number of different things I can cook, I also increase the number of things that make my children cry.
Tonight, it was risotto. It's basically rice. Something the two pickiest usually wolf down. Today, it made them weep with the very idea of it passing their lips. Only one ate a single bite, the other ended up with a peanut butter sandwhich, because when you've refused all other food all day, apparently one of your parents will probably cave and give you PB.
Apparently, risotto is an anacronym for Really Icky Sticky Offal That Tastes Ooky.
The only things I can serve without someone at the table in tears is french toast, pancakes, chicken nuggets, spagetti, hot dogs, fajhitas, tacos and plain, white, non-contaminated rice.
Tonight, it was risotto. It's basically rice. Something the two pickiest usually wolf down. Today, it made them weep with the very idea of it passing their lips. Only one ate a single bite, the other ended up with a peanut butter sandwhich, because when you've refused all other food all day, apparently one of your parents will probably cave and give you PB.
Apparently, risotto is an anacronym for Really Icky Sticky Offal That Tastes Ooky.
The only things I can serve without someone at the table in tears is french toast, pancakes, chicken nuggets, spagetti, hot dogs, fajhitas, tacos and plain, white, non-contaminated rice.