I know that the title of this post may lead you to believe that I had one dinner that went wrong...well the truth of the matter is that dinner time at my house every single night is inevitably a disaster that causes me to want to lock myself in the bathroom and eat my food in peace (just for the record I still have not ruled this option out.) First of all let me establish rapport and say that while I am not a gourmet chef...I can cook...most of the time pretty well in my humble opinion. Since I am the only one in my house that cooks I tend to get plenty of practice. My husband, however, is the pickiest eater on the face of the planet...the list of things that he WILL eat can probably be counted on both of my hands...and eating with him is a little like eating dinner with the health inspector....he inspects every single bite for the mere trace of something he may not like (no joke)....he covers almost anything in BBQ sauce so he can't taste it and if it looks like he may not like it he won't touch it or better yet he scrapes it in the trash on the way to the table. With that said my children are not much better at all....so dinner time at my house goes a little something like this.....I spend 45 minutes to an hour in the kitchen fixing everything and then I sit at the table and eat my food while my husband inspects his....and Brooke cries the whole time because she HATES this dinner or that food is disgusting....and Paige throws her food on the floor for the dogs to eat. So basically I end up cooking dinner for myself...and when it is all said and done I get the lovely pleasure of cleaning up the mess from cooking, the plates full of uneaten food on the table and any food left on the floor that the dogs did not find. After one too many nights of the very same occurrence I think it is safe and fair to say that the cook is out of the kitchen, the dishes are staying on the table AND this mama is going to go on strike!!!
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