October 11, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
With the husband away in Belgium (he’s going there to get me overpriced chocolates because he loves meeeee), there’s no finer time to herniate an already degenerated sacral disc, don’t you think? I’ve done a very good job this particular time, complete with severe muscle spasms and numbness.I get around by holding onto walls and furniture.The timing couldn’t be better, since Bugaboo is also off from school today.
Lucky for me I have family, friends and awesome neighbors, all willing to pitch in and do things like bathe Bugaboo for the umteenth time for the day and throw the frisbee for Crazy Daisy the Border Collie for four hours a day. They also switch over my laundry and cook me dinner. I think I need to hurt myself more often, except for the part where I can’t sit or recline and mostly hunch over in pain and shuffle around the house in my slippers.
Add to that the fact that our desktop computer (the main one, the one that has all keyboard keys, unlike the laptop I’m using now that is missing thirteen) has been stricken with some gosh-awful virus or malware and I’d say it’s been a banner weekend.One for the books, you might say. I might say, “IT FREAKING SUCKED, YO.” But that’s just me. We’re all entitled to our opinion.
Which is why I’m about to give you my opinion.
So several sibs came over last night and hung out and made dinner and helped and whatnot and as we sat around on my glorious new(ew) patio, enjoying the unseasonably spring-like weather, we chatted about cooking. Somehow the topic turned to home-cooked meals. Specifically, we discussed the fact that some folks think that home-cooked or from-scratch dinners are “spoiling” your family. Like, it should be convenience food or takeout or something.And my family is all, “NUH UH.” Because we are of the same mindset and feel that home-cooked is a given and takeout and boxed and frozen and pre-prepared foods are an EXCEPTION in our house. I mean, it’s the freaking least I could do for them. They deserved warm/hot (or room temperature, in my children’s case), tasty, healthy meals and it’s my job to provide them. That’s the role I’ve chosen.And occasionally I flake or get overwhelmed and my knight in shining armor (who is bringing me CHOCOLATES. HINT HINT) brings home something to toss on the grill and a fresh veggies. Because he’s THE MAN, yo.
So. I don’t get it. Most people I know make crap out of boxes each and every night. Convenience meals.Easy stuff that gets nuked and takes minutes to prepare. They don’t even boil pasta. They don’t chop veggies. They nuke it and eat it. And I’m of the mindset that while I’m not a gourmet cook, I am a decent one (except for that unfortunate lemon-pepper stir fry incident, but my poor husband has blocked that out). And it really, really doesn’t take that much time to prepare a decent, home cooked meal.
Claiming you don’t have time is a copout. Trust me, with Bugaboo around meals must be quickly and easily prepared. Come on over sometime and witness it for yourself.
Claiming you don’t know how? COP OUT. The Internets, yo. Use them.
Claiming you don’t have the money for fresher, less-boxed, less-instant meals? Cop out. Boxed convenience meals are much, much more expensive. And not so healthy, y’all.
Claiming your family is too large and you must feed them cheaply? Cop out. Check out Owlhaven.com. Just sayin’.
So yeah, you’re gonna disagree with me but if you put a teensy bit of effort into it, you could be cooking better. To me, cooking and providing basic sustenance is the best thing you can do for your family. Sitting around the table sharing a meal is the second best thing. It’s important. It’s necessary. It’s not that hard to do it.
And not doing it? It’s (dare I say?) borderline lazy. Or it is lazy, since some of my friends admit to that. They detest cooking. They don’t want to take the time to prepare it. They have the money so they’d rather buy X meal or Y meal. What’s the big deal?
Your kids. Your kids are a big deal. And so are mine.
So. I’m challenging you. Try a little harder and stop making excuses. Use Teh Googles to find recipes and figure out ways to save money. Buy a crockpot. Buy simple ingredients. YOU CAN DO THIS. Your family will thank you for it. Don’t believe me? Remember, my kids are on that freaking expensive $5 diet and we can make it work.