You know…I hate cooking. No. Seriously. I HATE COOKING! What’s amazing is that my kids are still alive. Heck, the 15 month old is overweight. Well, now that I think about it, he doesn’t eat any of my cooking. He has his bottle of milk, his cereal and his baby food (yes, still on jar food). This quite possibly would explain why he isn’t malnourished.
What’s strange is that just about everyone in my family – my mom, my aunts, my SISTER, even my husband – can cook pretty well. What happened to me? Where did I go wrong? I know. God shouldn’t have allowed me to have children. (Just kidding)
For someone who doesn’t like to cook, my kids do eat everyday. I’ll admit. Occasionally, I’ll get them something from “Ole McDonald”. That’s what the three-year old calls it. But, for the most part they eat home cooked meals. MY home cooked meals. For some reason, they seem to enjoy it – go figure! How much spaghetti, meatloaf, hamburger helper and grilled chicken can a family eat in one week? Thankfully, my husband works his kitchen mega-magic so the family gets a break from the norm a few times a week. My sister comes to visit every so often and whips us up something spectacular – of course. I would feel really sorry for my kids if I didn’t have my family pitching in.
Well, we’re eating at least three meals a day (not including the snacks – that’s another topic). We’re healthy. We may not be eating a bountiful variety of meals and dishes, but we’re doing okay. We’re still alive!