My Kind of Dinner

I've written this before and have said it dozens, if not hundreds of times - I hate to cook. I get no enjoyment out of it and look at it as a waste of time. I cook for 2 reasons - 1) The health of my family - I refuse to do fast food and take out on a nightly basis 2) So that Monkey Man doesn't tell his teachers that he had frozen waffles for dinner again (for many families, this might be peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, but he's allergic to nuts - or cereal, but he is the only child in America that does not eat cereal. He can't even stand the smell of someone else eating it. I know, weird kid).

Tonight, Hubby is working late and Monkey Man is at my parent's house because I have a hair appointment to get my blonde back. I am a natural blonde, and every winter my hair gets too dark for my liking, so I get highlights. There are 3 things I like about my physical appearance: I love my blonde hair, I like my smile, and I like that I'm tall. All the rest depends on the day, but if I only like 3 things, then you betcha I'm getting one of those fixed ASAP!

Blonde stuff aside, I'm home alone for dinner. Which I LOVE, because I just had a gourmet meal of Vanilla Greek Yogurt with Granola. Now THAT'S what I call dinner.

We interrupt this program for a special news announcement…

Monkey Man ate his dinner last night! And we got in some major nutritional components – Iron, Protein, Vitamin C, Oh My! Top that off with a belly rub and an, “Mmmmm!” What was my culinary delight that won a belly rub? Pizza Meatloaf (vegetarian) Muffins and salad made with baby spinach – spinach, SPINACH! That alone made my day. But I can’t help but wonder, “Will those vitamins last him 6 weeks until he decides to eat a well balanced meal again?”

Mr. Peanut, You're No Friend of Mine

It’s official – Monkey Man will never know the simplicity and comfort of a PB&J sandwich. He’s allergic to peanuts and we’re now the proud owners of an Epi-Pen. I grieve for Monkey Man's loss because I want him to know the deliciousness of two thick slices of bread spread generously with creamy peanut butter and jelly and a cold glass of milk. So now I can’t even feed this to Monkey Man when I’m having my “what are we going to eat for dinner, I don’t feel like cooking, I’ll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich” days. Damn you, Mr. Peanut.