Why bother.

I’ve been kinda slacking in the cooking department. Since Christmas, Melvin has been munching on left-overs. So today I decided to cook dinner. A little mealball-type meal my mom taught me how to make called “Porcupines.” It’s not hard to make, but it does require more steps than just turning on the oven and heating it up. In addition, I made broccoli and rice.

When my husband walked in the door, he said, “You made dinner?” as if he was quite surprised. I told him what I cooked, and he reminded me that I made that almost everyday when we were first together. He reminds me this every time I cook this meal.

As we sat down to eat, Cameron took one look at it and said, “I don’t like it.” I made him try it, because he used to like it. And he only complained more that he didn’t like it. When I told him he had to eat five big bites before he could play his new computer game, he started gagging on the food.

Ella ate a little, then wanted nothing to do with her food. As she was leaning over to try to stand up in her high chair, she literally started to fall head first. Luckily, I caught her arm just as she was losing her balance.

Max took one bite and proceeded not to eat any of it. Not the rice, not the broccoli, not the meatballs.

Melvin asked, “What kind of meat is this?” I told him it was ground turkey. “Oh, that’s why it tastes so funny.”

With such a reception of my food, can anyone really blame me for not wanting to cook!