Food: It's What's For Dinner
Complaining earns you Kitchen Patrol
by Sherry Antonetti
in Food
on Tuesday, September 07, 2010 10:41 AM
Each week I post a menu, including Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Snacks, plus notes of who has hot lunch and if there are any specials – like a team Pizza Night or some such. When I first started “The Menu,” there were of course, complaints.
“I …DON’T…LIKE…CHICKEN!”
Ignoring the fact that pasta was also listed for that evening, so that he wouldn’t have to eat the chicken, this one howled at the injustice of it all. The fact that chicken was even available was tantamount to a poisoning of the dining experience in my seven year old’s mind.
Similarly, my oldest groaned when he saw pasta without meatballs listed, and another day where eggs were the primary source of protein. He lives on red meat and potatoes, or would if the budget allowed. When the nine year old stamped her foot in protest of seeing beans as the selected vegetable for a night with hamburgers, I instituted two new rules regarding meal time.
Complaining earns you Kitchen Patrol.
Reaching back into family lore, I took a tip from my Granddaddy’s days as a herder in Southeast Texas. Cowboys had a simple rule about meal time. If you complained, you got to do the dishes. Granddaddy had made it a point of honor to never get stuck with KP duty. One evening, so the story goes, his fellow cowboys and field hands plotted to get “Green” to do clean up. They laced his scrambled eggs with enough Tabasco to kill a Bull.
Granddaddy sat down to his eggs and took a bite. His eyes popped and he stood up quickly, “Boy That’s HOT!” he gasped.
Everyone’s eyes were on him as he stood. The he smiled, “But it’s just the way I like it.”
Granddaddy never did have to do dishes.
My children are inspired by his wit and such a devotion to avoiding unnecessary and unpleasant tasks, and thus have learned not to make such announcements in the presence of their Mother.
The second rule is a concession on my part to the legitimacy of not agreeing with the menu planner’s choices. It also eliminates sullen faces at the table. If a child objects strongly to the dinner on tap, they may request the option of cold cereal, provided they make the request before the meal is actually served. This also prevents my getting overly frustrated at having fixed a meal which no one eats or fretting over the fact that someone did not eat at all.
Special Orders Upset Us.
I admit, the mistake was ours to begin with. We wanted to raise strong minded individuals. We now must cope with their individualized opinions about how food should be prepared and augmented. We have learned that the transitive property that works so well with algebra (if a=b and b=c then a=c) does not work with children and food.
Take hot dogs, for example. All of my children will happily scarf down up to three hot dogs a piece, or as many as money and parental patience will allow, sans condiments or any special preparation techniques ... if we are at a ball park.
At home however, their appetites become a bit more selective. The oldest likes his grilled with the buns toasted and then adds ketchup or mustard, depending upon his mood.
The second prefers hers sans bun with ketchup or chili on the side for dipping.
My third wants her dogs boiled and in a soft bun, no condiments.
The fourth likes two in soft not crunchy buns and will accept boiled or grilled if the grilled have no black. He also uses ketchup excessively.
The fifth likes hers to be obliterated by ketchup but for the bun to be absolutely “clean” but toasted. I don’t know how this is physically possible.
The sixth howls for a bun but eats his dog cut up, dipping it in ketchup and usually rips the bun into shreds and molds it into a gooey inedible red ball of dough before asking for seconds.
In the interest of self preservation, I haven’t introduced the toddlers to hot dogs yet.
The Trifecta List
Some of this knowledge has become so routine for me that it is institutional memory. I forget that when visitors like grandparents show up, my frame of reference for meal time is radically skewed from most people’s reality.
As such, I tried to create a list of meals entitled, Trifectas. For babysitters and grandparents and any other friends and family who for some reason have to take on the task of cooking for my horde, these meals were guaranteed successes.
Upon examining my first three choices—Pancakes and Bacon, Spaghetti and Meatballs, and Fietas with Beans and Rice—I found each involved a level of complexity that rivaled the Hot Dog Scenario.
Looking at the list, my in-laws opted to run the kitchen like short order chefs, cooking each child’s meals separately and my parents when they visit, just order out.
Thus, I revised the menu for babysitters and Grandparents: Cold cereal, it’s what’s for dinner.
— Sherry Antonetti is a fortunate spouse, freelance writer and a full time mother to nine sources of inspiration, laughs, and a lot of laundry.
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) and I’m already starting to see “selectivity” rear its ugly head. What a great solution!
