A couple of weeks ago at Mass, I actually said a prayer that went like this, " God please help me be a better cook for my family." I always feel adequate in the decor and the house cleaning department but sometimes I do not enjoy the cooking part of my vocation.
I like to be creative in the kitchen and use cookbooks but this does not go over well with DH or the family. They would rather stick to the old standards, spaghetti, tacos, hamburgers and hot dogs. They like the plain and simple stuff.
I decided to try and make a quiche from a thrifted cookbook. Max and I had a blast preparing the ingredients. Of course, boys love to chop and cut so that was his job.
Fresh dill from the store, lemon balm and parsley form our garden were added to the pie crust for what I would call an herbal medley that would delight anyones palette. So I thought.
I was so excited the way it was finished; I forgot to take a picture when it first came out of the oven.
Fried chicken and from the garden: broccoli, squash, and zucchini in the quiche. I truly enjoyed making this dish...but guess what my mother and I were the only ones who thought it was a hit.
The kiddos wrinkled their cute lil' noses and started to complain immediately," Can't we just have raw carrots instead." I don't like eggs, I can't eat cheese, etc." I almost began to get frustrated and then realized if they didn't eat it there would be some for me for lunch for the rest of the week. I also still had hope that hubby was going to like it, after all. I had impressed him with my quiche when we first met.
As DH sat down to eat my fantasy was shattered, He started to pick at the veggies and I knew I would get no satisfaction from his evaluation of my "creative" dinner dish. " It is good, too many veggies.", he said.
I was about to pout and give him a lecture but I had been doing that a lot the past week and I was kinda all tuckered out. I did manage to tell him how much work went into making it though. The next day he called me from work and told me he was having, guess what? You got it, quiche for lunch. What a guy!
I can be so spoiled and and wanting things to go my way. I prayed to be a better cook for my family, thinking the meals I cook have to be all fancy and time consuming. God showed me something else; they are content with the easy, boring, everyday meals I know how to make. That is pure love isn't it. Alleluia!
If I want to make something fancy, I will make it for myself or experiment on a group of girlfriends who have probably experienced the same kind of creative dinner trauma as I have and will understand herbal infused pie crust. LOL
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