So, I busted my ass for 10 days, cooking 3 meals a day for roughly 9 people. Don't let me fool you, I really liked doing it! I love to feed people; especially when they like it.
However, my kids basically complained the entire time and didn't eat a thing. Baby D and Baby R ran screaming from the dinner table, and even yelled "Yuck!" and "Gross!" quite a few times. Nice, huh?
However, since our guests left we've eaten takeout 3 times in a row. And at each meal, my darling Baby D says, "We're having a nice dinner!" Dinners of takeout pizza, Taco Bell, and Chinese food.
The hubby even told me tonight, "You make great food. It just isn't stuff I like."
Unrefined palettes, folks.
Butter in the Blood
2 weeks ago