Monday, August 17, 2009

What we havin' for dinner?

Fresh snow peas and haricot verts

That was the question from H today when I got him up from his wonderfully long afternoon nap...3 hours, a mother's dream!

His sister, on the other hand, is a punk and only slept about 1 1/2 hours.



When my brother was little, he would ask my mother what we were having for dinner immediately after breakfast, sometimes while we were eating breakfast. It was if he had to plan the rest of his day based on what her answer was.

I could never figure out why he cared. The kid was a legend among the picky eaters, and he has been paid back in recent years. Neither of his sons eats voluntarily. A2 has been known to come dangerously close to inciting violence at the dinner table. I know because I witnessed it.

Snow peas in ice bath

I will never forget when I was visiting them and A2 asked the greatest question of all time, "Who picked this dinner?" My sister-in-law, in her continuing effort to appease her picky eaters, had instituted the system that allowed each family member to pick a meal they wanted on a given night. Unfortunately, on this night, A2 was not pleased with the choice. Obviously, the choice had been made by some other family member.

Roasting red peppers

The dinner that night was Chicken Pot Pie. A2 has a problem with various foods touching. The casserole concept as a whole runs counter to everything he holds dear. Thus his objection. I thought my normally patient sister-in-law was going to go across the table at him.

So, this afternoon when I went to get H out of bed, and he asked me, "What we havin' for dinner?", it just cracked me up. He has no intention of eating it, why would he care what we were having? He is my brother all over again and I am reminded of my brother as a child every day.

Tonight we are having Roasted Chicken with Pesto and Dijon with Pasta Salad with Roasted Red Pepper Dressing.

The finished product. I replaced the peas with haricot verts, just because those
are much more acceptable to the picky eaters here.

H ate yogurt and drew on his face, arms and hands with markers. He then announced, "Yo ho, yo ho, life is but a dream. Fast and curvy H's with no tails!" That is H-speak for, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. Avast you scurvy dogs. Dead men tell no tales!"

Yo ho, yo ho, life is but a dream!




As a totally unrelated aside, this is what greets us when we come in the door. Isn't this gorgeous?

6 comments:

Janefilms said...

Sounds yum! I would SO not be picky at your house. The fact that you've thought this through and 'cereal' isn't the answer is damn impressive to me. I guess when BHB starts eating solids I'll have to get off my butt and starting cooking. Damn this motherhood gig!

vertigob said...

Thank you for stopping by! Don't get me wrong, we have been living on take out food for too long and I just got sick of it. After Baby C was born, I went crazy with the cooking, hence the blog.

Janefilms said...

Good for you! I'm going to follow and check out your recipes and see if I can get inspired...

and totally hear you on the comments - I am unreasonably excited when they come in! a bit pathetic but ah well. :)

vertigob said...

I know, I feel completely pathetic as well. I get all excited and tell my husband. So sad!

momof3under6 said...

i'm dying for a new post Mrs. B.

vertigob said...

I know! I have about 15 posts swirling and whirling in my brain. The problem, no free time. These little people will not let me out if their sight. It has a major chilling effect on my writing!

I am hoping to post something in the next few days!