Call the cops.
Have them come arrest me.
My family is SO abused.
Do you know what my poor miserable husband endured this week? He didn't get a cherry pie for his birthday. Can you believe it??? How much abuse can a man be expected to endure?
And then, to rub salt into his wounds (and because there are no cherries in the house), his abusive wife made banana cream pie. How can he be expected to eat his second-favorite pie in the world, when he hasn't yet eaten his cherry pie this week? Oh, the horrors!
Okay, seriously now....
You have to wonder about how well you're feeding your family when you begin to realize how spoiled they are. Oh, the veggies should've been boiled for about one minute less. Or it would've been nice if the food had been cooked in a shallower pan so that it could develop a crunchier crust. Or the cantaloupe should've ripened one day longer or one day shorter.
It's almost enough to make me intentionally give them cruddy food, so their tastebuds aren't so outrageously spoiled and so the bar isn't set so high! Like the line in the movie "Searching for Bobby Fischer," when you get really good at something, people expect fantastic results all the time. Anything average becomes disappointing. Maybe it's better to keep expectations low. Anybody for PBJs on white bread for the next 26 meals??
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Aah! Peanut butter and Jelly!
ReplyDeleteHow I wish I could make anything but that! Sure the cleanup is a lot simpler, but you will find the requirements for such will only be escalated! Only strawberry jelly and it must be cut in an exact manner that for some reason only Mommy should ever be allowed to perform - no one else! Only 26 meals??
By now it must be painfully obvious my children are todlers. :)