Monday, June 15, 2009

What's for dinner ?



What's for dinner?
Do you even need to ask?
Not if you live in this household, you don't.
You already know.

Remember that puff pastry pizza I told you about a while back?
Well, it's become my favorite meal, and I've gotten pretty adept at mixing it up and putting new spins on it.
Different veggies, a little sliced salami, maybe some ham and different cheeses, potatoes with rosemary and onions... artfully arranged baby spinach leaves and feta cheese.... the possibilities are endless.

But the Old Guys patience isn't, I'm afraid.

Monday night, he actually said to me: "Not that sissy sh stuff again. Where's the beef? A man needs meat to function properly."

And my part-time permanent-care child with Autism?
Well, he's totally non-verbal and he doesn't (won't) use sign language... but he sure as heck has become adept at getting his point across as well.
I swear that he swore at me the last time he saw the veggies come out of the fridge.

So last night, I took pity on them.
They got bacon and eggs and pancakes for a change.

And they were so grateful, that they literally slurped it up.
I had to tell them to slow down and masticate their food properly.

Just because I like saying masticate.

I mean... how often do you get a chance to really say masticate?

  • Billy Bob, how many times have I told you not to masticate with your mouth open?

  • There I was... masticating, when the preacher walked up to me. I was so embarrassed.

  • If you're going to keep masticating like that, in view of everyone in this nice restaurant... I'm going to ask you to leave the table.

  • There I was... sitting on the couch, masticating my burrito, when I bit down wrong and bit my tongue.

There.
I've gotten it out of my system.
You can thank me later.

But getting back to the pizza...

Y'all know how hard I work, right? I'm up at 4:30-5am, just to start in on the cleaning, prep work and setting things out for the day... and I like to still have a chance to take a shower before the rug rats start arriving at 7am.

Then I work until 5 or 6 o'clock , and by the time I shove the last parent out the door, begging them to take their cranky, booger-flicking child with them, I'm beat.
BEAT I tell you!

The last thing I want to do at the end of an endless day, is start in making another mess that only I will clean up properly.
The Old Guy is good and he'll do the dishes for me... I'll grant him that, but still.
I have an obsessive-compulsive need to make sure that everything is washed properly, and everything is in it's place... and no knives or scissors or sharp objects are left out for little ones to grab the next morning.
I'm funny like that.
I hate the sight of blood.
Or the thought of poked out eyes.

So this pizza stuff is ideal.
It's quick.
It's easy.
And it's healthy as... with all those veggies and all.
And little or no clean-up involved.

But even that is becoming too much like work.
Tonight, I'm going to set everything out in cute little bowls and let them make their own pizza's.

I just don't feel like masticating.

14 comments:

Paula said...

just the thought of pizza makes my mouth water.

Out Back said...

Pizza sounds good to me.

I hate having to get straight into meal prep as soon as the kids go home. I would love to veg out like the men folk do when they finish work, but nah our work is never done.

This week my two, son and hubby have had a cold (not the swine flu!). Even though the way they carry on you would think that it was. Anyway they lay around all day doing absolutely nothing while they recover. Now what happens when I catch it do I get to do the same? Oh no of course not I will have to struggle on.

Finished my whinge now, must away and work out what's for our dinner tonight.

Enjoy you day,

Tania

Staci said...

first of all that sounds delish and id eat it no matter how many times you made it....i could never get enough pizza!!!

And second of all thank you for your comment it truly made me feel good. I said it perfectly. thank you!!

darsden said...

oooh pizza...crap look at the time.. oh yea and the hips...crap!

Becky said...

You just crack me up!

Fruitcake Sandy said...

I will masticate pizza any day of the week ...and twice on Sunday!!! I 'out of touch' (and my mind!) am using Bz's computer ... it's late, time for this ole girl to hit the sheets, but had to tell you that I was crossing my legs while quietly LOL (everyone is in bed!)and not pee in their chair (can't see the keys, no light) But no worries ... love your 'take on things' needed a good chuckle.

rubiesrnotpurple said...

We had the famous pea and ham soup ... and leftovers. If you cook, I'll do the dishes though

connie said...

In the last few years my husband has taken over a lot of the cooking..He loves to cook and he cooks outside much of the time on our wood fire,everything tastes better when its cooked outside..I love pizza too..My husband is a meat eater and wants it every meal..I could do with some meatless meals and occasionally I can get by with it..

Kathy said...

Puff pastry pizza. YUM. I must have missed that post. Recipe please. I have a box of puff pastry in my freezer and I keep looking at it thinking what should I make with this??

Homestay Mama said...

OK, Tatersmama. I've printed your post from a few back so I can make your puff pastry pizza. I've invited all the neighbors on my street over for a potluck this coming Saturday and I am going to make this as my contribution to the potluck. I'll let you know how it turned out.

Sherri said...

I know what you mean. I've been really craving Ceviche and I have the stuff to make it, it's not hard to make. I just really don't feel like making it,( I'm still a bit under the weather) just so my family and the kids and their friends can gobble it down and leave me with the clean up. Not to mention there are never any left overs so I can snack later. I swear sometimes I wish my 3 youngest were closer to their older bros age. I'd go over to their house and mess it up for them to clean ;)

Neas Nuttiness said...

I can just here it now...

Joey to his friend "Oh man, if my mom finds our about this, she is going to masticate my butt off!"

Uuuuummmm did you put some Crisco in the pan, to cook those pancakes in. Crisco and Bacon Grease - YUM!!!

Robynn's Ravings said...

I'm too sleepy to be witty so all I can say is I'm hanging over the side of my chair laughing my rear-end off. And THAT, my friend, is a BIG laugh!!! You are a HOOT for a week girl!

bringing up boys said...

If I am lucky, I will teach my sons to masticate sometime before they matriculate. My fourteen year old tries to say masticate at some point in the day trying to get someone to take the bait.


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