I’m kind of embarrassed to admit this, but most nights I cook three (sometimes four) different meals for my family.
It’s like a restaurant in here and I’m the only mug sweating it up behind the stove trying to keep my customers happy.
The girls sit down to a kid-friendly meal between 5 – 6pm, I eat a vegetarian meal around 8ish, and Dave eats a meat-based meal when he gets home from work.
And you know what? I’m over it. I’m ready to hang up my apron. I don’t even like cooking and I’m cooking a different meal for everyone every night. How did this even happen?
I decided recently that life would be much easier if my family converted to vegetarianism.
I discovered a great little recipe for a spinach and feta tart, which looked amazing and sounded simple enough to make. It seemed the perfect first vegetarian meal to spring on my unsuspecting family.
When I pulled the tart out of the oven my mouth was watering. It looked and smelled sensational and tasted absolutely delicious. Not surprisingly, my carnivorous family did not share my delight over the tart.
Miss Four dry-retched and faked an illness until I threatened to call an ambulance. When Miss Two heard Miss Four carry on, she too decided it was ‘yucky’ even though she had already scoffed most of it.
When Dave arrived home later asking what was for dinner, I enthusiastically announced that a delicious spinach and feta tart was on the menu.
Dave’s eyes glazed over as he looked at me. It was as if his mind couldn’t comprehend the words ‘spinach’ and ‘feta’.
He walked confused over to the fridge, moved the tart aside and picked up a plate of snags that had been sitting there for close to a week.
‘You would rather eat dried out old snags than my delicious spinach and feta tart?’ I shrieked still not recovered from the spinach and feta song and dance the girls had put on earlier.
‘Well … it has no meat in it,’ he said.
‘No. Meat,’ he repeated looking into my eyes as if he had to dumb it down for me.
I gave Dave a look of my own and he ate the tart for dinner (with some steak) and he loved it.
But seriously, I ask myself again. How did this happen?
How did I come to be a vegetarian living in a house full of meat eaters?
My husband can’t live without meat and my four-year-old fake vomits when she’s asked to eat spinach. Even when the girls were babies they would refuse the lentil puree preferring to chow down on lamb casserole.
Surely these people aren’t related to me.
I’m putting my foot down this time though. We are having at least one vegetarian meal a week and they will enjoy it.
They’re never going to notice if I swap their beef sausages with a soy one, right?
Wish me luck.
Tell me I’m not the only mug cooking several meals a night. Do you cook more than one meal a night or do you all eat the same?
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