I'm going to say it. I pretty much hate to cook.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy eating home cooked meals. I can control what is going into the food we are eating. And I LOVE control.
My fatal flaw is that dinner is at the end of the day.
By the time dinner rolls around I am exhausted. I am on empty. All I want to do is sit the boys down at the table and throw whatever food I happen to have in my fridge at that moment on the table, toss them a couple of forks, and yell out GO TO TOWN! Plates are optional.
The crock pot has been my window back into cooking. I prepare things in the morning, before my patience wears out. I cook it all day and by dinner time my house smells delish and we have something real to eat.
This weekend I found a recipe for homemade mac n cheese in the crockpot. Whole grain pasta, all organic cheese, milk, eggs -- it sounded like such a wonderful and loving thing to make the Yoys.
I made it today.
I actually shredded cheese. From a block. Who knew it didn't always come in a resealable bag? My hand was hurting after the shredding, I was using muscles I didn't know I had.
I threw everything into the pot and stirred it frequently to make sure the pasta cooked evenly. This was serious effort from Mrs. Yoy.
It looked and smelled delicious. I was so excited to serve it up.
I plated the MNC and brought over my creation to my kids. I also included some steamed veggies and watermelon. I may have even yelled TA-DA!
Both Yoys briefly poked at the pasta and then thumbed their noses at it. They ate their veggies and fruit and left the MNC untouched.
I was so insulted. That was the last time I cooked for these ingrates.
Next time, they'll be eating Target brand MNC.
That'll fix their wagons!
I'm off to ice my hand. Ouch.
What's next? Ordering a Big Mac when we take them to Bone's?
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