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Dinner: A failure
Apr. 18th, 2006 07:45 pmI ask you: why do I bother? Why?? Why???
I did not know what to make for dinner. I had gone through an entire lovely new vegetarian cookbook I bought: 100 recipes, of which 80% or so I would certainly eat. The photographs were beautiful; I practically drowned in my own drool. But I couldn't find a single one for which a) I had all the ingredients and b) did not include an ingredient (or more often, two, three or more) that someone in my family would refuse. Onions? Nope. Bell peppers? Nope. Polenta? Nope. Cooked tomatoes? Nope. Dried fruit? Nope. Kale? Are you kidding?
Rob was not going to be home tonight (working late at the store).
I suggested stir fry to Miss Delia. Delia told me that she is a vegetarian, but this doesn't mean, you know, that she would eat any cooked vegetables.
She rejected the vegetarian taco I gave her last night because it had refried beans. Apparently, she is a vegetarian who will not eat most types of beans, either. I told her that if she wanted to be a vegetarian, she had to be willing to try things. She started to cry. I said in my most reasonable tone: "Did I tell you you couldn't be a vegetarian? Did I? No, I did not. Did I not say that I was willing to try recipes for you? Yes, I did. But you have to be willing to try things."
In desperation, I pulled out my Moosewood cookbook and made an orange tahini sauce which went over whole wheat pasta (no, she will not eat rice), uncooked spinach, a slice or two of avocados (yes, we were trying to be daring although I should have known better) and the very first asparagus from our garden.
I ate mine. The girls both refused theirs and their dinners were scraped into the garbage. Then they moaned about being hungry.
(*Must . . . stop . . . Fist of Death . . . *)
Edited to add: I found this picture. It is perfect.
I did not know what to make for dinner. I had gone through an entire lovely new vegetarian cookbook I bought: 100 recipes, of which 80% or so I would certainly eat. The photographs were beautiful; I practically drowned in my own drool. But I couldn't find a single one for which a) I had all the ingredients and b) did not include an ingredient (or more often, two, three or more) that someone in my family would refuse. Onions? Nope. Bell peppers? Nope. Polenta? Nope. Cooked tomatoes? Nope. Dried fruit? Nope. Kale? Are you kidding?
Rob was not going to be home tonight (working late at the store).
I suggested stir fry to Miss Delia. Delia told me that she is a vegetarian, but this doesn't mean, you know, that she would eat any cooked vegetables.
She rejected the vegetarian taco I gave her last night because it had refried beans. Apparently, she is a vegetarian who will not eat most types of beans, either. I told her that if she wanted to be a vegetarian, she had to be willing to try things. She started to cry. I said in my most reasonable tone: "Did I tell you you couldn't be a vegetarian? Did I? No, I did not. Did I not say that I was willing to try recipes for you? Yes, I did. But you have to be willing to try things."
In desperation, I pulled out my Moosewood cookbook and made an orange tahini sauce which went over whole wheat pasta (no, she will not eat rice), uncooked spinach, a slice or two of avocados (yes, we were trying to be daring although I should have known better) and the very first asparagus from our garden.
I ate mine. The girls both refused theirs and their dinners were scraped into the garbage. Then they moaned about being hungry.
(*Must . . . stop . . . Fist of Death . . . *)
Edited to add: I found this picture. It is perfect.
