Last week, Kristy said she was in a cooking funk. I am too – maybe it is a symptom of grieving. Even so, I should know better than to ask for dinner ideas from the Common Household, especially while we are eating dinner.
A few nights ago we had this conversation, which came up because the Common Household Husband expressed some discontent with the dinner I had prepared since coming back from the Old Folks Home. I had gone for several days to help my Mom cope and plan the memorial service which will be in a few weeks. At the Old Folks Home there is food just everywhere.
Once we were all back home, my husband wanted to pick up take-out, but I just wanted something simple as an antidote to the overabundance and gourmet nature of the food I ate for four days. That sounds an awful lot like the Israelites complaining about God's wonderful gift of manna, but that’s just how I felt.
Me: If you are at all interested in what we are going to have for dinner this week, please make suggestions for what I should cook.
Husband: I’d like meatloaf.
Youngest Daughter: Mommy, you know what I always ask for.
Me: I have no idea.
YD: I’d like M and C.
Son: What is M and C?
Husband: Mice and Cockroaches!
Me: Oh, PLEASE! I am trying to eat here.
YD: M and C is macaroni and cheese!
Husband: Ramen noodles aren’t too bad either.
YD: Ramen noodles taste pretty good as long as you use the flavor packet!
Son: What if I used the mac ’n’ cheese flavor packet on the ramen noodles?
YD: You could do that. You could use the mac ’n’ cheese packet, and also substitute the mac ’n’ cheese pasta in place of the ramen noodles.
Husband: Or you could substitute cream of mushroom soup. In fact, I think I would like cream of mushroom soup noodle loaf. Put it in the fridge and it would be sort of like meat loaf.
Me: (further losing my appetite for the dinner in front of me)
YD: Poor Daddy. You love cream of mushroom soup so much that you would eat it congealed.
Husband: Well. Cream of mushroom soup probably does have clotting factors in it.
And then ensued a whole conversation about blood. During dinner. While I was eating. Is it any wonder I am in a cooking funk? And how is it that I have raised children who speak positively of ramen noodles?