Dinner time at my house is challenging. My husband is a picky eater. However, he’s the type of picky eater who will look you in the eye and tell you he’s not a picky eater. He’d be content eating cheeseburgers three times a day; seven days a week.
When I make the grocery list out, I try to plan out eight meals; giving us one extra meal to “play around” with. I try to plan meals that all three of us will enjoy. Well at least eat. I also try to make them semi-healthy.
I am the sort of person who can eat any type of food any time of the year (soup when its 115 out, ice cream when its cold out). If I’m in the mood for a certain type of food, I’ll eat it. My husband is not like that. He will only eat chili, soups, stews, casseroles, baked foods, oven roasted vegetables, baked pastas, pot roasts and similar foods in the spring and fall. This is difficult living in the desert when the temperatures are pretty constant.
He will however, eat steak, hamburgers, brats, hot dogs and pizza anytime. And ALL THE TIME.
I often stand in the kitchen contemplating making two or three separate dinners. Would this be better? Would we all be happier? I could have tacos. My son could have chicken nuggets. My husband could have his cheeseburger. There would be peace in the dinner universe. But then I think about how little time I truly have at night and reality sets in and I make the same boring thing I made last week. I wish my kitchen was like the food court at the mall – that way, we all could order what we wanted and not have to compromise. Bon Appétit!
