Confession time... My family's dinners are often (always?) hastily thrown together. I am very much an it's-5:00-what-in-the-world-are-we-going-to-have-for-dinner type of cook. I'd love to say that I can throw together a great meal with things I find in the pantry, but that would be, well, a lie.
Last week, however, I decided I would try to actually plan out meals for this week. To make this easier, I used my recipe software and pulled out a pre-planned menu it included. I printed off my shopping list from this same software and went grocery shopping yesterday.
I put tonight's meal (sweet and spicy chicken) in the crockpot this morning. It was pretty much done by the time Griff got home from work.
Then the problems began.
Griff: Is there teriyaki sauce in that recipe?
Me: No, it's soy sauce.
Griff: I do appreciate you cooking dinner tonight, but I really don't like soy sauce.
Me: What?! I've been married to you for almost 16 years and I didn't know you don't like soy sauce?!
Griff: (trying to be nice about this) I'll try it.
(he takes a bite)
Griff: I'm sorry, but I really can't eat that.
Me: Let me try it. (I take a bite) Nope, I'm not going to eat it, either.
We call Ruthie in to try it. She takes a bite and spits it out into the trash. By this time, we're all laughing. There is no way Robert will eat it after all this, so we don't even ask him to try it.
I don't want to throw it away, so I decide to call a friend and offer it to her family. She said she would take it. Her family actually likes soy sauce!
So, my efforts for dinner tonight were a complete failure.
On the plus side, though, I did get Pei Wei for dinner. Yum!
(Tomorrow night's dinner is meatloaf. I should be pretty safe with that.)