So have you ever been afraid to post about what's going on on your life because then it means it is really happening. I know a lot of us are going through some interesting things right now. Bizarre, scary, signs of the times kinds of things. But here is what I have learned. Canned chicken from your mother and father in law is an awesome gift. Home ground wheat makes much better tasting bread. And Food storage is a blessing. Some how every day around 4 pm I start panicking that we don't have anything to eat and then one of my children will suggest something and I'll look and prepare and it get made and eaten. I have been a witness to prayer and faith this past couple of weeks. But my children are still my children and they love me no matter if they get macaroni and cheese, top ramen or something a little bit fancier like honey balsamic glazed chicken. I know many of you feel the stress of cooking everyday. I love cooking don't get me wrong but it's the thought of my kids saying ew gross what is this, that scares me. I do make them eat what I make so that puts more pressure on making it kid friendly and tasty and healthy. Tyler doesn't like tomatoes or cheese, Andrew eats almost nothing dinnerish, and Grace wants me to feed her because she seems to be reverting back to her toddler years of needing me for everything. This is just my rant so don't feel compelled to comment. It's just part of my daily battle with dinner. One things I've learned is that if you play Josh Groban while you're cooking Italian you feel classier and it makes you try a little harder to make an inordinary dish. Happy cooking!
February 10, 2009
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4 comments:
you are your family will be in our prayers! If you ever need to just come hang out, call me! WE are all alone as it is tax season and would always love some dinner company.
Boy do I know how you feel. The world just seems to be getting lost these days.
I'm sorry that things are rough right not. This economy sucks. We miss you guys!
I have a few "ew what is this?' and "please don't make this again". But I have grown thicker skin because of my kids lovely comments.
I also think real homemade wheat bread tastes better and Andrew here doesn't really eat dinner at all- we are too alike.
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