(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

[corinnethewise.livejournal.com]

Well I hope you enjoyed your dinner at least. They just need to learn to make their own food (even if it's PB&J) if they're going to reject perfectly healthy and delicious options. I used to be a super picky eater, and then a friend (who now happens to be my husband) convinced me to start trying foods and forget that I don't like them. Pretend they're some mystery food I have no preconceived notions about. And guess what, I actually liked most of the foods I hated before. (I still do not care for nuts or mushrooms, but am perfectly okay with picking them off of food).