I used to think that i was a good cook. Hey, i'm a relatively "selective" eater and i like what i make! Then i had kids......and apparently lost all culinary skills.
The recipes that i make are looked at with contempt and disgust. I'm asked "how much do i have to eat?". Second only to "i don't have to eat that, do i?" or "what did you make for yourself and what are we eating", this is my least favorite questions.
Not only that, but my dish is then used as a threat. "Finish what you have or i can always give you more..." (no, no, not that.....death and dismemberment before more of mom's food!!).
Someday, they'll call me for the recipe for this or that meal that they remember from their childhoods. Just my luck, it will be from the night that we had falafel (from a boxed kit) or Papa John's pizza...
They do, however, go crazy for Joe's tomato/pasta sauce and anything pancake (corn, chocolate chip, oatmeal, gingerbread, devil's food, plain with strawberries and cream on top...).
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