irritation – it’s what’s for dinner

By on 11-06-10 in yo, ma

Now that the kids are getting older and are having friends over more frequently, they’re also inviting those friends to stay for supper occasionally. This is both good and bad – good because it reminds me how much I like my children in comparison to all other children and bad because in order to make that comparison, I have to endure the presence of other children. Nah, I’m just being nasty. Mostly. The majority of the kids’ friends are nice and sweet and polite, if perhaps a little too honest by times. As in, “Wow! That’s a lot of dirty dishes!” Etc.

Charlotte had a dinner guest one night this past week who, when confronted with homemade bread – the bread seen above, BREAD, I might add, MADE WITH MY VERY OWN HANDS – asked, “How do you guys eat this stuff?” Uh, thanks, kid. Don’t call us, we’ll call you.

The very next night, Anna had a guest – a lovely young lady we like very much – who asked me to please make the pasta with sausage dish I’d made the week before since she’d sampled it from Anna’s thermos at school the next day and thought it was delicious. Flattered, I re-created the recipe and happily served it, at which time our guest said, “Oh, I’m a vegetarian.” Um, you know what sausage is, right?

I’m thinking that our next dinner guest will receive any food of his or her choosing – from the backyard. Anything you can find, dearest, it’s all yours.

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  1. Well, that bread looks delicious! Charlotte’s friend is almost as complimentary(?) as one of Justin’s friends. Marnie made a nice chicken dish one night and this boy said it tasted like vomit. Kids are so tactless. However, another of his friends always loves whatever Marnie cooks and always compliments her on being a good cook. Takes all kinds.

  2. Vomit? Oh my. That earns a drop-kick right out the front door. And no invitation back, that’s for bloody sure.
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