What foods would you like to make?
Mom, what’s for supper?
Ugghhh…tell me there will come a day when I miss hearing these words! By the time the girls both leave the nest, Sid will be onto saying it.
It’s like a jail sentence and this prompt is so close to it, it’s painful to answer. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love being the mom but being in charge of knowing what to have for supper every single night 365 days a year is beyond exhausting.
I love the cooking part, I just don’t like the figuring out what to cook part. Odds are, one of them is going to be unsatisfied because they are fuss pots.
So don’t ask me what I want to cook, please. It’s the bane of my existence.
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