Leftovers again?!
It was a good day for cooking from scratch. I harvested and cleaned ingredients from the garden. Prepared a balanced meal that would taste great. Set the table, even made a fresh green salad.
No one came home.
Amigo was at camp, so he was excused. La Petite had to work, and her job hours are unpredictable. Husband usually gets home within a predictable range of time. I thought I'd wait until one or both of them turned up before I began actually cooking.
5:00 - Husband called, said he had to run but wanted to tell me he didn't know when he'd be home because he had to go out with a crew to cover breaking news.
5:30 - I started cooking anyway. Maybe La Petite would arrive and be hungry. Who am I kidding - she's always hungry!
5:40 - I opened a Mike's Hard Lemonade, Pomegranate flavor.
5:45 - Meatballs finished. Set aside.
5:50 - Pasta looked done, started sauce.
6:00 - Ate a delicious dinner alone, in front of Jeopardy.
6:30 - La Petite came home, hot and sweaty from working, and (thankfully) hungry.
6:35 - Husband called to say, "Elvis has left the building!" But he wasn't hungry; they'd been working at a venue with a free taco bar, and he'd grazed quite a bit.
6:40 - Put the rest of the food away in the refrigerator. Cleared dishes, ran dishwasher.
Everyone had an alibi - not just an excuse, but a real reason not to be home. I'm glad I'm not dependent on this kind of family approval to keep on cooking. It could be rather depressing. As it is, I felt somewhat put out that I'd taken the time to plan and cook a decent meal for no one. When school starts and I'm cooking simple thirty minute meals again, they'd better not complain.
Stumble It!
No one came home.
Amigo was at camp, so he was excused. La Petite had to work, and her job hours are unpredictable. Husband usually gets home within a predictable range of time. I thought I'd wait until one or both of them turned up before I began actually cooking.
5:00 - Husband called, said he had to run but wanted to tell me he didn't know when he'd be home because he had to go out with a crew to cover breaking news.
5:30 - I started cooking anyway. Maybe La Petite would arrive and be hungry. Who am I kidding - she's always hungry!
5:40 - I opened a Mike's Hard Lemonade, Pomegranate flavor.
5:45 - Meatballs finished. Set aside.
5:50 - Pasta looked done, started sauce.
6:00 - Ate a delicious dinner alone, in front of Jeopardy.
6:30 - La Petite came home, hot and sweaty from working, and (thankfully) hungry.
6:35 - Husband called to say, "Elvis has left the building!" But he wasn't hungry; they'd been working at a venue with a free taco bar, and he'd grazed quite a bit.
6:40 - Put the rest of the food away in the refrigerator. Cleared dishes, ran dishwasher.
Everyone had an alibi - not just an excuse, but a real reason not to be home. I'm glad I'm not dependent on this kind of family approval to keep on cooking. It could be rather depressing. As it is, I felt somewhat put out that I'd taken the time to plan and cook a decent meal for no one. When school starts and I'm cooking simple thirty minute meals again, they'd better not complain.
Labels: family life, kitchen stories
Stumble It!
posted @5:45 AM
4 Comments:
Oh, I'm so with you on this one and my kids are still young, so they don't have the camp and job excuses that yours have. My husband will take them to a friend's house for "just an hour or so" and I'll start cooking so dinner is ready by the time they get home. They will then pull up about 20 minutes late because "we ordered a pizza because the kids were hungry". Makes me nuts!
I hear you. I'd be happy to come over and keep you company : ) I hate eating alone, every other day it seems.
I could use a dinner alone although it would probably consist of a bowl of cereal. I'm so tired of cooking dinners.
I haven't been here in a while (sorry). Love your new look! I hate nights like those, where I cook and no one eats. That would be most nights. :)
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