Do you remember those times when you were asked to grade yourself on some school assignment? It’s hard to gauge one’s own skill.
Sometimes I learn what the family really thinks of my cooking. For instance, yesterday I had this conversation with my son, in which he assigned a letter grade to the dinner plans.
Son: What’s for dinner?
Me: Baked chicken, asparagus, corn muffins, cranberry sauce, and, and, that’s it.
Son: Well, I like 75% of those things... That’s a C.
Me: Watch it, buster.
Son: Some people would be happy to get a C.
Me: Some people should be happy to get dinner.
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Then there was this conversation, sometime last year, which reveals my capability of making not one, but two dishes in one week which nobody in the family liked.
The scene: The family were partaking of Cheez-its®, directly from the box, during dinner. I said, to show how indulgent I am of my family’s tastes, “Not every mother serves Cheez-its at dinner. But at least I didn’t serve Cheez-it Casserole.” This provoked guffaws from My Dear Husband. He was remembering, without fondness, a recipe from the previous week which I got from a magazine. Yes, it had Cheezits® in it.
Youngest Daughter: What’s Cheez-it Casserole?
Me: Remember that casserole I made last week that nobody wanted to eat?
YD: Do you mean the tofu?
Me: No, the other meal no one wanted to eat. That had Cheez-its in it.
YD: It did?! Why did it have Cheez-its in it?
Oldest Daughter: To make it more cheesy.
Son: I liked the chicken in that casserole.
Oldest Daughter: I didn’t like the chicken but I liked the broccoli.
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And now I am thoroughly tired of typing Cheez-it®, which offends my spelling sensibilities. Tonight’s Common Household dinner plan is hotdogs and buns. I would give myself a D for that, but the family will give it an A.
Dear Reader, what’s for dinner tonight at your place, and what grade would your clientele give it? (If it gets a high grade, maybe we’ll come over!) Have you ever had Cheez-its® for dinner?