The dreaded words in my house – what’s for dinner? It sends shivers down my spine. I can’t stand the fact of knowing that if I have energy to cook, that Peanut probably won’t eat it and Hubby may eat some of it and never with us.
It’s like I need to make three separate meals in this house. One that is healthy for me. One that is the meat and potatoes kind for Hubby. One that is who knows what for Peanut. She is the pickiest eater I’ve ever seen.
I’m falling asleep now. There’s a boneless NY sirloin in the fridge that Peanut will find something wrong with after I cook it and all I want to do is take a nap. I am. So there.
Hi, Connie. I dropped by at RachelM’s suggestion. Just want you to know I’ve been here and enjoyed reading some of your posts. I am disabled and housebound by ME-CFS.
Hey Connie, I know what you mean about cooking dinner. I love to cook when I don’t absolutely have to, but hate it when it is on the daily agenda. ugh!
I have to be inspired, so I started watching Paula Deen and Rachael Ray on Food Network channel. Love them, and they always make me hungry. heh heh.
Did you notice I didn’t even mention the word “FAT” in this post? LOL.
around here, I’M the picky eater, so I struggle to find things that I’ll enjoy eating, that won’t bore Ryan to death. I always feel so bad when I cop-out and just make homemade tacos or something. Luckily he’s still really good at convincing me that he loves everything I cook