Should'a Had Pizza
The other night my kids had a couple of their friends over from school for a sleep-over. Their mom is currently trying to get a house ready to sell in North Jersey so I rather forced her into letting me keep her kids for the night.
It's rather unlike me, but I stressed a little bit about what to make for dinner that night. I considered just bringing in a pizza but thought I could put at least a little more effort than that into feeding everyone. James had been over before and as a growing teenage boy it doesn't matter much what I feed him, just as long as I make enough of it. This however, was going to be the first time I'd be feeding his little sister Hannah and I thought she might be pickier about her food choices... I'm nothing if not accommodating (to children other than my own.) So I asked my kids what they thought I should serve... "HOT DOGS!" Okay, hot dogs it is... And I'll try to add something healthy to go along with them.
So we picked everyone up from school and that's when we learned Hannah had NEVER had a hot dog!!!! I think Hannah is 9 or 10 yrs. old and I find it unfathomable she's never had a hot dog in her WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE!?! I think my kids suckled hot dogs along with their breast milk... Okay, maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but I can clearly remember cutting hot dogs into teeny tiny pieces so they wouldn't choke. I gathered the reason Hannah had never had a hot dog is because the very idea of a meat like substance being ground up and stuffed into a tube kind of disgusted her... And you know, thinking about it that way, it kind of disgusts me too... So I didn't eat a hot dog that night. Hannah did though! I guess she was really trying to be extra polite or something, but you know what? She liked it! She liked it even though there weren't any buns to put it on. Yes, I planned a meal in which I didn't have all the staples I needed on hand... Because what's a ground up tube of meat without a tube of bread to put it on? Too lazy to go back out to the store, I polled the kids who told me it didn't matter. It's okay though, my back up to the hot dogs was a delicious tray of oven fried, seasoned red potatoes (something my kids really like)... Part way through cooking time my husband and I got to watching some inane 6 min. long video on You Tube showing a dominoes like set-up in a foreign grocery store... So I burned the potatoes. Then I realized I was all out of frozen vegetables. So I pulled out some spinach dip from our Super Bowl party and threw some cut veggies in a bowl. About this time I'm wondering why I didn't just order the damn pizza!
My husband and I later laughed about how truly dreadful dinner was for our young guests. The next morning I took everybody to breakfast at McDonald's, to try to make up for the crappy food from the night before... Or perhaps to just enhance it. That's when we learned that neither James or Hannah knew what was on Mickey D's breakfast menu... ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
I imagine when they finally saw their mom later in the day they'd share how Mrs. B wasn't a very good cook and for extra measure they might add, "She walked around in only her bathrobe, with a cigarette dangling from her bottom lip and downed martinis at 9:00am instead of taking us to school... Oh and she kept grumbling to herself saying, Damn Kids!"
Speaking of food... Over at Whiskey Marie's blog she has an EXCELLENT commentary on what inspired her to become a chef. I can't even, put into words how happy her post made me. Who wouldn't love lines like these:
Well, it makes you happier than Paris Hilton in a hall of mirrors.
Your body will feel like you were dragged behind a dump truck on a logging trail
I could ONLY dream (for obvious reasons) of being a 'Foodie'... Someone who's daring in the kitchen and just tries things without trepidation. Thanks WM for giving me a glimpse into that world... The Good, the Bad and the Deliciousness!
It's rather unlike me, but I stressed a little bit about what to make for dinner that night. I considered just bringing in a pizza but thought I could put at least a little more effort than that into feeding everyone. James had been over before and as a growing teenage boy it doesn't matter much what I feed him, just as long as I make enough of it. This however, was going to be the first time I'd be feeding his little sister Hannah and I thought she might be pickier about her food choices... I'm nothing if not accommodating (to children other than my own.) So I asked my kids what they thought I should serve... "HOT DOGS!" Okay, hot dogs it is... And I'll try to add something healthy to go along with them.
So we picked everyone up from school and that's when we learned Hannah had NEVER had a hot dog!!!! I think Hannah is 9 or 10 yrs. old and I find it unfathomable she's never had a hot dog in her WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE!?! I think my kids suckled hot dogs along with their breast milk... Okay, maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but I can clearly remember cutting hot dogs into teeny tiny pieces so they wouldn't choke. I gathered the reason Hannah had never had a hot dog is because the very idea of a meat like substance being ground up and stuffed into a tube kind of disgusted her... And you know, thinking about it that way, it kind of disgusts me too... So I didn't eat a hot dog that night. Hannah did though! I guess she was really trying to be extra polite or something, but you know what? She liked it! She liked it even though there weren't any buns to put it on. Yes, I planned a meal in which I didn't have all the staples I needed on hand... Because what's a ground up tube of meat without a tube of bread to put it on? Too lazy to go back out to the store, I polled the kids who told me it didn't matter. It's okay though, my back up to the hot dogs was a delicious tray of oven fried, seasoned red potatoes (something my kids really like)... Part way through cooking time my husband and I got to watching some inane 6 min. long video on You Tube showing a dominoes like set-up in a foreign grocery store... So I burned the potatoes. Then I realized I was all out of frozen vegetables. So I pulled out some spinach dip from our Super Bowl party and threw some cut veggies in a bowl. About this time I'm wondering why I didn't just order the damn pizza!
My husband and I later laughed about how truly dreadful dinner was for our young guests. The next morning I took everybody to breakfast at McDonald's, to try to make up for the crappy food from the night before... Or perhaps to just enhance it. That's when we learned that neither James or Hannah knew what was on Mickey D's breakfast menu... ARE YOU KIDDING ME???
I imagine when they finally saw their mom later in the day they'd share how Mrs. B wasn't a very good cook and for extra measure they might add, "She walked around in only her bathrobe, with a cigarette dangling from her bottom lip and downed martinis at 9:00am instead of taking us to school... Oh and she kept grumbling to herself saying, Damn Kids!"
Speaking of food... Over at Whiskey Marie's blog she has an EXCELLENT commentary on what inspired her to become a chef. I can't even, put into words how happy her post made me. Who wouldn't love lines like these:
Well, it makes you happier than Paris Hilton in a hall of mirrors.
Your body will feel like you were dragged behind a dump truck on a logging trail
I could ONLY dream (for obvious reasons) of being a 'Foodie'... Someone who's daring in the kitchen and just tries things without trepidation. Thanks WM for giving me a glimpse into that world... The Good, the Bad and the Deliciousness!
posted by EmBee at 2:52 PM
4 Comments:
ell at least you happily fed them. last weekend i was informed about 2 hours before the fact that there would be a sleepover at my house that fell over the dinner hour...i had planned on leftovers for dinner that night. i was fairly grudging about the feeding of guests. such a hostess i am.
I'm 37 and I've never had a hot dog either. Weird, I know.
Belated thanks for the shout-out. Glad you liked it, my dear.
I had sworn off hot dogs for over 15 years, then I went and had one this summer. and it was a bad one at that.
I think I can wait another 15 for the next one.
iheart and WM... I believe hot dogs are seriously overrated but when it comes to convenience food, they're pretty great!
Lime, I've had those 'grudging' nights quite a lot... Usually when I'm feeling taken advantage of... As in, "No problem, come on over, my mom won't mind."
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