Thank you so much all of you my friends out there in blogland. Yet again you came up trumps and on a day when I was feeling rather out of sorts, you cheered me up and gave me a shove in the right direction with all your comments and stories.
It all made me realize that the boredom and frustration of cooking for unappreciative families does get to us all sometime. I’m a completely normal mother!! I’m really going to try to follow the advice that a lot of you gave, to get the kids cooking so that they actually realize what’s involved. I wonder how they will react when I say yuck to what they’ve made! (Actually on pain of death none of the children are allowed to say yuck at the dinner table. They learned long ago that that results in instant banishment and no food and so they really truly never go there!)
I also tend to do what Susan recommended – reading cookery books and sticking in little bits of scrap paper where there’s something that looks scrummy. I realized though that what I don’t then do is go back and make the recipes I’ve marked – so I’m going to make an effort to do that and hopefully make some new and delicious dinners that will fill me with a feeling of immense satisfaction and love for cooking. (Don’t laugh, we all have to have a dream!)
You also put me onto some really cool foodie blogs: check out Katy’s new food blog: http://southbeachpinterestproject.blogspot.co.uk
and this one that Sherri recommended : http://www.ourbestbites.com
All this upliftingness lead me to huge culinary efforts for dinner last night. I started with the Barefoot Contessa‘s Chicken Stew with Biscuits…
mine looked just like the picture in the book…
I thought it was divine comfort food, but one child picked out all the carrots and another all the peas and when my other half came in late from a meeting he declined having any leftovers warmed up for him on the grounds that it looked strange. It wasn’t strange at all, it was yummy.
For dessert I followed with a Victoria Plum Streusel (except mine was made with damsons) from a Country Living magazine recipe. This was pretty time consuming and involved about 52 stages including making a very nice sweet bread dough. Served warm with cream it was to die for, but was rejected out of hand by the two little picky buggers and my husband. My elder daughter and I absolutely loved it though.
All of which made me feel that maybe it wasn’t just the kids that were to blame for the lost mojo. I think Mr H and his sometime stickinthemudness and reluctance to try new things or anything that may conceivably be English might just have something to do with it.
What do you think?