We’ve all had those days where we remember were the one in charge of feeding the small helpless people of our home. That their lives require a dinner. That it can be prolonged no further.
I hear the beeper on the oven go off, and am hopeful for a minute… till I remember it’s cake. This may be just me… but I have no problem thinking of deserts, which usually happens (totally inconveniently) around dinner time. I can’t in good conscience FEED desert as dinner, so I find my self fumbling through the freezer and fridge looking for food.
The way my mind works once in this state of “What’s for dinner panic” differs, but I’ll use tonight as an example.
The freezer let’s me down. There really isn’t any good meat that I could possibly defrost in time for dinner. Hmmm… maybe some starchy filling veggies. I remember something. Lame! I was at the wrong store for potatoes ( if I’m gonna pay nearly $8 a bag they better be from Canada)… ooo what is this…. a sweet potato. K, that goes good with carrots and zucchini. A little chopping, little oil, dash of this and that. Nice! the oven is still warm from cake 😁
Into the oven.
I glance at the counter and see I also dragged out some corn on the cob I’d forgotten about. Yes. You can be cooked. Drat you’re still not meat. I examine frozen bags of random meat. Re entertaining the freezer is like going back down the isles of the grocery store. You know full well they don’t have what your looking for, but you darn well gotta find SOMETHING as a substitute. Some how I settle on 4 burger patties left over from a camping trip. I verbally thank the Lord for the presence of all my fingers- still intact- after the separation of all four said frozen patties. They were met with a large kitchen knife where they skidded and danced across the counter top before joining the roasting veggies in the oven.
I was able to put aside my dinner dilemma and phone my best friend. We laugh and chatted and talked about how it’s about that time of year when we should actually start making dinners. We hang up and somehow, this time, I don’t burn dinner. ( I recently had a whole pot of rice boil over so bad the pot was bobbing on an ocean of rice water while the stir fry was attempting making burnt rice paper. I’d gotten carried away in the garden.)
Back at the oven I decide its time to throw corn in the pot of boiling water.
I peek in the oven to see how the burger patties are doin.
Then bam. I look up to this.
How did those dogs get in there?
This is what results of multiple re visits to the freezer, the pickings get increasingly slimmer. But look- meat!
My daughter came into the kitchen to ask what’s for dinner as I pressed frozen wieners further into the water. “Wow, are those boiled hotdogs? Never had those before!” (Oh child but you have…) I shoo her aside and pull out the sizzling patties. Her brow creases, “Why are there burgers? ”
There is a moment of confusion. She tallies up the odd things she sees.
” Corn, veggies, boiled hotdogs and burgers…… well I like all those things!”
And we all live on-
fed for another day.
The side of me that wants to greatly impress you all with my clever cooking is dying as I write this. Because occasionally wonders emerge from my oven. But I think that’s just it. We all have days of brilliance where we wish someone besides the kids could see what we’ve done!
And… (flip side)
we all have those perfectly “interesting” days where we’re glad only the kids have seen what we’ve done.
Besides, dinner panic awakens our problem solving, quick thinking, survival skills. And everyone knows the great importance in those.
So cast aside shame when you throw food at the kids that isn’t what you hopped it would be. Just pray over that dinner,
And don’t worry- other side of you will rise again. 😉
(Wait, 🤔 the cake had zucchini in it… it totally would have been an acceptable dinner! Ah well, there’s always breakfast.)