Okay, this happened.
I’m not the sort of person who can get up and immediately get something to eat. I generally wait a few hours so I’m usually eating brunch rather than breakfast or lunch. So, this particular day (last week actually) I’m in the middle of heating up my food and I got my recipe book out to double check the amount of one ingredient that I would need for the potato salad I was making for dinner. I left it open on the counter because I was going to make it after I ate.
It’s still setting open on the counter while I’m in in the middle of eating, when my daughter sees it.
“You’re cooking something?”
I told her I was prepping for dinner. Specifically, because the very last instruction for the potato salad recipe was to “chill at least one hour”. I was preparing it early enough so that it would chill for several hours.
There was also a point to giving it several hours to chill, instead of just one. It was so that I’d have enough rest after making it to have the energy necessary to be able to cook the Salmon patties to go with it.
I explained this to her.
She completely understood.
We both went on with what we were doing. Our only other discussion was on how much mayonnaise (dairy-free) we had (which wasn’t enough for the salad, so she couldn’t eat it, which is okay with her because she doesn’t eat it very often anyway), and the fact that between the two of us, we’d used enough dishes that morning to have to run the dish washer again.
After I’d eaten, the potato salad was chilling, and the dish washer was running, I return to my room and I was just relaxing on my tech, not really paying any attention to the passage of time, though I did know it was afternoon because it was basically when I returned to my room.
Then my stomach started growling. I was trying to decide if I should wait for dinner or if I needed a light snack right now, as I reached for my phone to see how much longer until dinnertime. My alarm saying it’s time to fix dinner went off as I picked up my phone.
Okay, so go cook dinner.
I’m gathering what I need for the Salmon patties when my husband pulled out the salad. “What’s this and can I have some?”
“Dinner, and I’m cooking dinner right now. You can wait.”
I then had to find him something to tide him over while I take the next half hour or so to prep and cook the patties.
Then, as I’m about half done cooking it my son comes out of his room.
“Who’s cooking what? It smells delicious and I’m hungry.”
Not only did my daughter and I tell him what I was cooking but made some comment about him not liking Salmon patties. My daughter’s comment was, “I thought you didn’t like it.”
His response? “Smells great. Tastes awful.” He grumbled about it while he found something else to eat. (Yes, sometimes we make meals that one or even two members of our household do not like. There is always leftovers for the others when we do.)
He continues grumbling about “that other food that looks and smells the same but tastes different.”
I finally figure out that he is talking about the Tuna patties I used to occasionally make but haven’t since I found the Salmon recipe and a decent source of canned Salmon. (Thank you, Costco.) Which clues me on the fact that he prefers the Tuna patties so maybe I should plan on making some of them the next time I make Salmon patties. (I actually prefer the Salmon patties.)
Then he storms out of the kitchen when I open the potato salad, which I already knew he also wouldn’t eat, right next to him. Apparently, it’s more than just the flavor of that he doesn’t like.
So, maybe the next time I want Salmon patties and potato salad, I’ll also make some tuna patties. Though, since he also doesn’t like the potato salad maybe I should plan something else to go with it. My choices are the potato patties used to make with the Tuna patties, or perhaps some French fries.
On second thought, I’m not making two complete dinners just to appease one person, or even half my family.
I am not completely heartless.
I’ll make him some Tuna patties and potato patties next time. Or maybe talk his sister into making some French fries while I make the tuna patties, since he prefers fries.
Also, said son with be 24 tomorrow.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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