So now what do? Have nothing to write about?
What I've decided to do is to write about something that makes me mildly annoyed; the making of supper every single night.
I've been married 32 years, minus the two years I've had cancer and I think it would be safe to say I've made supper seven days a week, four weeks a month, 12 pounds a year for 30 years. Of course that doesn't take into account the nights that I got all off from cooking; the nights I was sick, we ate out, or had the night off for whatever other reason. But how many suppers have I cooked in the last 30 years?
It gets repetitive after a while. There are only so many times that you can make meatloaf, spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, macaroni and cheese, baked chicken, and stew before it all starts to taste the same. And that is when the problems begin.
When Nate and I got married, we promised each other that we would never eat organ meats like kidneys, liver, brain or tongue and never, never ever, lima beans. Those were the parameters and Nate promised never to be a picky eater on until...
He developed a hatred of mushrooms, peas,faux Chinese food. He didn't like macaroni and cheese, hot tuna fish and then tuna fish at all.
One day when I was cooking stroganoff I needed Nate to go to the store and buy the sour cream I had forgotten. He purchased it as I asked, but was in horror that I was going to put sour cream in our dinner.
Now he knew what he tasted in the stroganoff that he didn't like – sour cream!
I can live with not putting ingredients into our food that neither of us like and I've sacrificed not eating mushrooms in our meals for over 20 years but I don't like having to read recipes to him so he can single out ingredients to leave out.
One rare night lately, I was going to make supper. I say rare because since the cancer it has been harder and harder for me to cook. I had the ingredients I was going to use on the counter next to the stove.
"Oh no! Don't put beans in it." Said my son.
"Don't put tomatoes in it!" Said my daughter.
"Okay." I said. "I won't put beans or tomatoes in it, I'll put in onions and frozen peppers instead."
"Yuck! Don't put peppers in, they are slimy and soft." Said my third child.
Then the vegetarian stepped in. "Do you have to put hamburger in it?"
I realized, the only ingredients left were water and two bouillon cubes.
That's when my husband stepped in.
"Cook supper the way you want to cook supper." He said.
And just when I thought he understood, he questioned me on what spices I was going to use!
So these are the new rules for the cooking of supper - 1. Have all the ingredients you need on hand 2. No one gets to stay in the kitchen with the cook and/or comment on the ingredients and 3. No one gets to ask about what ingredients are being used 4. If you didn't cook the meal, you don't get to complain about it!