(Non) Cooking for Ingrates

[pegkerr]

I stopped by the beautiful shiny new Seward Co-op on the way home from work, thinking I'd pick something up ready-made to feed the girls, since I didn't feel like cooking. Everything I saw looked incredibly delicious. I called up the girls on my cell phone and consulted. These were the various options I suggested, all of which were summarily rejected (reasons in parentheses).

From the grab and go cooler:
Turkey soup (black beans)
Tomato basil soup (cooked tomatoes, ick)
Broccoli cheese (broccoli)
Clam chowder (all seafood is verboten)
Borchst (beets)
Sushi (ha. You were kidding, right?)

From the hot bar:
Rotisserie chicken (it, uh, resembles something that was living once, which is icky)
Pizza (has mushrooms)
Spinach lasagna (spinach and onions)
Chickpea curry (chickpeas. And curry)

At this point, I lost my temper, told them that they could get their own damn dinner, bought the spinach lasagna and carmelized beets (I didn't even bother asking about those) and a carton of chocolate tofu mousse to smooth my ruffled feathers. Came home and ate it all, studiously, ignoring both girls. I feared I might say something unforgiveable if I spoke to them.

I have no idea what they had for dinner. Maybe cardboard, for all I know.

Comments

[febobe.livejournal.com]

Have they never heard of trying new foods or picking mushrooms off their pizza? :P MERCY.

Many of those options sound terribly delicious to me too. . . . I have a particular fondness for rotisserie chicken and pizza, and tomato basil soup was my standard fallback when we'd go to lunch at this little bistro-type place for work where they didn't have many things I liked. Oh, their tomato basil soup was LOVELY.

You gave them tons of nice options. Hey, I applaud you.

*claps and hopes you enjoyed the meal despite it all*