Cooking for Ingrates Episode 35,148
Nov. 20th, 2007 08:10 pmDinner 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.
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Date: 2007-11-21 02:20 am (UTC)Hope you can find a few choc chip morsels or a cup of cocoa or something, to help mend your (understandably) frayed nerves.
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Date: 2007-11-21 02:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 02:25 am (UTC)If I was there, you'd have no leftovers.
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Date: 2007-11-21 02:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 02:27 am (UTC)You're not a stupid bitch. I love you, and I don't love either stupid people or bitches.
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Date: 2007-11-21 02:56 am (UTC)Two questions: when you say "oiled pie shell" do you just mean a pie dish, or a premade pie crust? (The former seems more likely but if I used the phrase "pie shell" I'd mean the latter.) Also, does the rice get really eggy or does the egg just help it stick together better?
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:05 am (UTC)Funny story: my dad is a really, really picky eater. He is also macrobiotic, which makes cooking for him hard. He also claims that he hates all things squash, even if they only have a little bit of squash as an ingrediant. He claims he can taste it, like the princess and the pea.
One week a few years ago, my mom made squash latkes. I also do not generally like squash, but I tasted them, and they were really pretty good. So we made a pact, she and I, that we would not tell my father what was the main ingredient in those latkes.
He ate them, and loved them. He still loves them to this day, and still has no idea what is in them. I really think that if he found out, he'd suddenly stop liking them.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:30 am (UTC)One piece of advice a little more spice because they're kind of bland.
I hate to say it
Date: 2007-11-21 03:42 am (UTC)And ignore any protests to the alternative. Except maybe to force her to eat a slice of bread or drink a glass of orange juice if she is acting hypoglycemic.
My parents were pretty good about stuff because the had the 'test child' way before us and forced an eating incident that caused, urm, untoward results at the dinner table. But if we got adamant about it, that was the answer. "we've got bread, we've got peanut butter, you won't starve, suck it up."
Since I cook for all adults, I'd just go f-you, fix your own f-ing dinner if you're going to be so f-ing picky.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 03:56 am (UTC)Re: I hate to say it
Date: 2007-11-21 03:57 am (UTC)But I was sure thinking it.
I said in a comment to
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 03:58 am (UTC)I am beginning to better understand your troubles. Samantha will not eat tomatoes or potatoes and those are two staple ingredients at my house. We've decided that any night where she refuses to eat what I've made her, she owes me 30 min of doing whatever I need done. It's worked well.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-21 04:27 am (UTC)I never got that choice, and that included some pretty awful 'experimental' meals, including tuna fish salad chow mein, chili mac quiche, and that old army favorite, sh*t on a shingle (but with the hamburger replaced with potted meat, and the gravy replaced with pickle relish). Ew.
Nonetheless, as bad as all those were, I still would have eaten them before letting my blood sugar get so low I passed out and had to be taken to the hospital (and I'm diabetic as an adult, so I'm achingly familiar with how bad low blood sugar can feel).