Cooking for Ingrates Episode 35,148
Nov. 20th, 2007 08:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrDinner tonight: taco pie.
Cook two cups of rice, mix with one beaten egg and some parmesan cheese, press into an oiled pie dish and bake in 350 oven for ten minutes. Fill with a mixture of ground beef mixed with taco seasonings, salsa, black beans and corn, bake in oven, topped with shredded cheddar cheese, until the cheese melts.
Side dish: winter squash. Hah, Peg, you never learn, do you, you stupid bitch.
Verdict: Rob ate the pie, asked for a second helping. He took one bite but otherwise snubbed the squash. Both Fiona and Delia refused their entire dinner. Delia was actually hypoglycemic because she'd just come from karate class, but she would not would not would not eat the pie because it had beans in it.
"Fine," I told her. "Then make yourself a piece of bread with peanut butter."
She spread the bread with peanut butter and then stared at it for ten minutes, her hands shaking, until I lost my temper. "Eat the damn bread. You're hypoglycemic, for God's sake, and you're just going to get worse until you choke something down. I don't care if you think you don't want it: eat the goddamned bread."
Whereupon she burst into tears and I left the dinner table.
And came up and did this entry.
I hate cooking for my ungrateful family.
The leftover pie and squash will be my lunch tomorrow.
Cook two cups of rice, mix with one beaten egg and some parmesan cheese, press into an oiled pie dish and bake in 350 oven for ten minutes. Fill with a mixture of ground beef mixed with taco seasonings, salsa, black beans and corn, bake in oven, topped with shredded cheddar cheese, until the cheese melts.
Side dish: winter squash. Hah, Peg, you never learn, do you, you stupid bitch.
Verdict: Rob ate the pie, asked for a second helping. He took one bite but otherwise snubbed the squash. Both Fiona and Delia refused their entire dinner. Delia was actually hypoglycemic because she'd just come from karate class, but she would not would not would not eat the pie because it had beans in it.
"Fine," I told her. "Then make yourself a piece of bread with peanut butter."
She spread the bread with peanut butter and then stared at it for ten minutes, her hands shaking, until I lost my temper. "Eat the damn bread. You're hypoglycemic, for God's sake, and you're just going to get worse until you choke something down. I don't care if you think you don't want it: eat the goddamned bread."
Whereupon she burst into tears and I left the dinner table.
And came up and did this entry.
I hate cooking for my ungrateful family.
The leftover pie and squash will be my lunch tomorrow.
