2.
All of
it.
3.
Quickly, without
even tasting it.
4.
Yes, they will.
And they probably won’t even say thank you.
5.
Even though you
just spent your pay check and 8 hours of your time making
it.
6.
You read it on
Pinterest; the picture made you think of Venice:
7.
That 28 step
recipe for gourmet Fusilli Bucati with dry-roasted, organic Serrano peppers
marinated in extra-virgin olive oil.
8.
And all your
girlfriends are making recipes they found on Pinterest.
9.
And you really do
want to want to cook.
10.
So you went to 8
different shops to get the exact ingredients.
11.
And you had to
change clothes and dress to the nines before you left.
12.
Because you
wouldn’t be caught dead in THOSE shops wearing jeans and a
sweatshirt.
13.
And you came home
and you followed the recipe exactly.
14.
Except for the
part about how long to cook the pasta, because you were on Pinterest
again.
15.
And the pasta
turned to mush.
16.
So you had to go
back to that cute little specialty shop and buy more Fusilli
Bucati.
17.
And start
over.
18.
But you did
it.
19.
You made it again
and it looked just like the picture!
20.
And it tasted
AMAZING.
21.
So you found your
linen table cloth and silver candlesticks.
22.
You set the table
with your best China and even cleaned the magazines off the buffet table.
23.
You changed your
clothes (again) because you smelled like garlic.
24.
And you
waited.
25.
And your husband
and kids came home.
26.
They walked in
and looked around for the candid camera guy.
27.
And you came
around the corner with your “What? I told you I knew how to cook a great meal”
look on your face and asked them to wash up and take a seat.
28.
They complied,
with feigned whisperings.
29.
And that’s when
IT happened.
30.
They sat down,
those teen age boys and that husband of yours, and they started
eating.
31.
They didn’t
stop; they barely breathed.
32.
They practically
licked the serving bowl.
33.
They ate ALL the
Fusilli Bucati AND the $20-loaf-of-bread AND the baby green (with homemade
vinaigrette dressing) salad.
34.
And you watched
helplessly, passing the requested items.
35.
And when they
finished, with wadded linen napkins all in a jumble, they
said,
36.
“What’s for
dessert?”
37.
So, you got up
quietly, folding your napkin beside your plate.
38.
You walked to the
kitchen and opened the cupboard.
39.
A half-eaten bag of Oreos was staring you in the face.
40.
You grabbed the
Oreos and tossed them on the table.
41.
Your kids didn’t even blink.
42.
They opened the
bag and devoured them all.
43.
Then they took
their dirty dishes to the dishwasher.
44.
And you spent an hour cleaning up the dining room and
kitchen.
45.
The next day, you
read magazines--all day.
46.
And ten minutes
before dinner, you threw generic pasta in the pot and opened a jar of
Ragu.
47.
And a
bag-o-salad.
48.
And the kids and
the husband came home and ate from paper plates.
49.
You served fresh
Oreos.
50.
And you quit
pinning recipes on your Pinterest board.
Not Mike and the boys--surely not!
ReplyDeleteluvya, j
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Actually, you're right. It's fairly hypothetical. But we do have an ongoing debate at our house. Because no matter how long it takes me to make something, they eat it with the same ferocity. It's annoying, and makes me not want to cook. Mike says it should be a compliment....hmmmm....I think that's because he's never spent the hours behind the stove... xoxoxox
ReplyDeleteThere is a home in Chester, VT where that debate has been enjoined from time to time.
ReplyDeletelotsaluv, john
(from email)
Glad to see you still have your sense of humor!
ReplyDeleteFrom Jody via email
This is so true!
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Once when Brett was still a teen, I asked him if he liked my cooking and the meal he was eating in particular. He said,"I'm eating it ain't I?" Such a wonderful complement!Phsh! I know how you feel. However, He now says, "Thanks for the great meal mom and thanks for preparing it for us." So,Things have changed.
ReplyDeleteOnce,many years ago, my mother-in-law and I were out on a shopping trip. The trip was winding down and we were getting ready to come home. I stated, let's stop at that nice bakerey and get some nice frech donuts for the guys. She said, "Why they'll just eat them." I laughed so hard, but I've never forgotten that she said that. And over the years I've come to realize what she meant. (Suzette, via facebook)
ReplyDeleteWorks that way at my house too! (Susan via facebook)
ReplyDeleteConfession: I've only really been on pinterest a couple of times. To sign up, and to enter a contest!
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