My Request for a Good Old Fashioned Meal

My Need for an Old Fashioned MealThis post has the potential to get me in a lot of trouble.  When I told Casey what I had planned on writing about she warned me that people would give me crap about the subject.  Crap or not, it is what it is because this is how we have structured the responsibilities in our home.

I’m not the type of guy who comes home and demands dinner and a fresh newspaper to be sitting on the table waiting for me.  In fact, it’s rare that dinner is even started by the time I come home.  Our usual routine is me coming home from work and taking over kid responsibility as Casey cooks something for dinner.

There are also a few dinners throughout the week where Casey doesn’t want to cook for everyone or she just doesn’t want to cook.  On those nights either I cook a meal for everyone or Casey cooks something quick and easy for the girls and I eat something I cook later.

In exchange for the cooking responsibility I have taken on all dishwashing duties.  To be fair, I think I got the short end of the stick on that one.  I consider dishes to be like death and taxes.  As long as someone is in our home throughout the day there are dishes that I have to do every. single. day.  I don’t get any breaks from doing the dishes.  If I don’t feel like doing the dishes one day, I still get to do the dishes.  If I have to spend 4 hours mowing the lawn after getting back from work, I get to spend the next 30 minutes doing the dishes.

But we couldn’t have it any other way. I’m a terrible cook, because I’m way too impatient and not nearly creative enough.  If I go to the grocery store to shop for dinner food I get sucked into the same ol’ crap: cereal, hamburger meat, hot dogs, milk, eggs, and cheese.  It’s better for my entire family to have Casey doing the grocery shopping and cooking.

That’s how we’ve structured the responsibilities in our home and if that’s not okay with anyone, well, that’s okay with me because we aren’t changing anything because it works for us.

Now back to the part that’s probably going to cause me some trouble.

Casey has gotten board of cooking the ol’ fashioned meals that used to adorn the tables in the 50s.  She likes to be a little more creative with the meals she cooks, and by a little creative I mean incredibly creative.

For instance, today we had some kind of mixture that included lettuce, roast beef shavings, grated carrots, and some kind of slimy clear colored noodle.  That was the meal.  It was interesting and it gave us a chance to try something new, and I want my kids to try new things.  It was also a very healthy meal, which most of her meals are. But the creativity has turned into a nightly thing.

Every once in a while I need a good old fashioned meal like a sloppy Joe or an extra cheesy cheeseburger or a casserole or maybe some stroganoff.  My taste buds need that comfort food every once in a while.  I need to taste the grease in food occasionally and I need to give my stomach the satisfaction of some serious carbohydrates.

It doesn’t have to be three times a week or four times a week.  Really, it could only be one time a week, but my taste buds are screaming for some roast beef and mashed potatoes.

And let the criticism begin:

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