i thoroughly enjoy making dinner for my family. truly. {love it, actually.} but, lately i've been stumped...making the same things over and over... being ill prepared...having to go to the grocery store every day. {which is a waste of time and money. and therefore, makes me grumpy.} so, last week i decided to bring weekly menus back into my life. {not sure why i ever stopped doing this.}
as i was making my menu for the week... it came to me that randi needed to be apart of this process. i would give her one night a week. she would plan and prepare the meal. and, i would pat myself on the back for being a good mom. simple, right?
yeah. not so much.
she chose fettucine alfredo. {mimi gave her an awesome recipe.} when i told her it was time to start dinner...she moaned that she had to finish her homework. {although it was early release and she had been home since 1:30.} reluctantly, she made it to the kitchen. and. sat on the counter. here's a few snippets of conversation while we she made dinner.
her: can't i just learn to order take out?
me: ok. here's your water for the pasta.
her: ok. what do i do with it? how do i make it boil?
{i didn't realize she did not know how to turn on the stove.}
after she cut the green onions she said,
"how do i get them to the pan?"
me: ummm...your hands.
her: ewwww!
her: what do i do with all the water after the pasta is ready?
me: this is how you saute mushrooms.
her: but, i don't like mushrooms.
me: others like them. so, you need to make them so we can top the pasta with them if we want.
her: if i'm cooking i don't think i should have to make them.
{she made them anyway.}
it was comical.
she did not have the same love for cooking as i do.
and as she said, "why should i? i have you."
i had flashbacks to a time when i was about her age
and my mom was trying to teach me to sew.
i had no interest or patience.
i had my mom to make everything...why should i learn.
and, as far as cooking was concerned...
i had no interest and was pretty grossed out to even watch or get my hands dirty.
{paybacks are hell.}
but, all said and done...
the meal was fabulous!
everyone loved it.
although i helped...she was with me...learning...
{even if she didn't want to.}
so, we will continue this little venture.
because, some day...she will thank me.
the next evening, she came in and asked me what was for dinner.
i told her.
and she said,
"you know mom...you making dinner tonight is like going on stage after elvis."
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