What's for Dinner?

Happy Memorial Day!

I love three day weekends. I love the sleeping in part. The no schedule part. And the no making dinner part.

I don't like to cook. I like to eat but I would enjoy having my own chef. And the dude who brings the food to the table and also one to wash the dishes. I have none of those things and don't see them heading my way anytime soon, so it is just me. The kid can make au juis sandwiches and guacamole. He has inherited my lack of cooking skills, though he does make great guacamole.

I stick with the basics. Tacos, spaghetti, chicken, cheese and crackers, baked potatoes, salads, enchiladas, and the like. I cook more now than I did when I was married. The ex was very picky and pretty much hated everything that didn't start with the word "Fritos" and end with the words "& Bean Dip." The kid is a very adventurous eater. I am a salad and pineapple eater. The dogs are dry dog food and water eaters.

So every night it is another ongoing battle to prepare something that two radically different people can eat. Tacos are my favorite, the kid hates taco night and just eats the rice with cheese on top. I want to just shovel the taco meat from the pan directly into my mouth, I love it that much. I make one taco and put the rest in the fridge. I love spaghetti night, the kid hates spaghetti night and eats the bread. I make chicken, I hate chicken night and the kid absolutely loves chicken. I like baked potatoes, the kid does not. We both like cheese and cracker night only both of us will have different cheeses and different crackers. We both like salads. He despises enchiladas and will not even come downstairs for dinner. We plug on. Sandwich night, good. Fruit and Veggies night, good. Grilled cheese & soup night, good for me, the kid is withering on the floor in horrible disbelief. Muffin night, super, super good. Going out to dinner night, SPECTACULAR good.

S0 every night except Thursday which is pizza night, you can find me in the kitchen. My i-Pod blaring, two dogs trying to rip my toes off, and me with my head stuck in the Fridge hoping for inspiration. Or that somehow my chef is stuck in the Fridge and that is why all the cooking has fallen on me.

When I start to date again, I am so going to make that a requirement. He cooks. Or at least knows wonderful take out joints that deliver. Cause once that kid goes to college, this diner is closed.