I am now resolving FOR LIFE to only make FUN resolutions. Seriously. Otherwise I will FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL at non-fun resolutions. Because, really....who wants to sort through hundreds of thousands of disorganized photos!? Who wants to figure which ones to print? And put them in albums? NOT ME.
So, I am all in favor of resolutions like, "I'm going to see more movies!" Or "I'm going to drink a different beer from a different country every week!" Or "I'm going to hire a housekeeper!" No more excercise or organizing resolutions for me!
This year: I am going to get back to fun cooking! Before we had kids I COOKED. I cooked new and interesting recipes. I watched Food Network nonstop! I LOVED it. I turned on the news, poured a glass of wine, lit a few candles and COOKED. Every night! (Okay. Not every night. Only on the nights when we weren't out enjoying a fun night out on the town--footloose and fancy free!)
Then, I had a baby. Then another. Then suddenly dinner time was that awful time of day when everyone was hanging on my legs and wailing and it was all I could do to just down a glass of wine and lock myself in the bathroom for a 2 minute breather. Cooking something fabulous was totally not a possibility.
Then, slowly, ever so slowly, I realized my repertoire of recipes had dwindled down to: tacos, pasta, smoked turkey sausage, taco soup, shepherd's pie and church basement noodle casseroles...maybe an occasional half-ass attempt at salmon or enchiladas. A couple times I year I would bust out with an old standby or a new fun recipe....but the next day it was back to frozen chicken nuggets.
"I'll never become one of these moms who just cooks stuff her kids eat! I'll never be one of those moms who makes a separate meal for my kids because they don't like the grownup food." Oh yes. You know you said it too. And you know you LIE. You totally DO and you totally WILL.
I know how it happened. John is gone about half the week. So, on the nights he isn't home, I don't want to spend two hours cooking something awesome, only to have the kids spit it out and say "Pleh! Ew! Disgusting!" So, to avoid that, I just make mac n cheese for them and I have a salad. Or a beer. On nights John is home, I usually cook better, but over time, my list of dishes shrank. Again, I didn't want to hear "GROSS!" from the kids.
"Remember that vodka pasta you used to make?" John asked me last week. How could I forget? We LOVED it. It was one of my old standbys....haven't made it in 5 years. What about that curry chicken with almonds? That was good. Remember when I used to just look in Southern Living and just TRY a new recipe? I don't either. How SAD. SAD SAD SAD. I am ashamed of myself.
The kids are old enough now that I can just tell them to get out of the kitchen and do something. Or, more often, they want to help me cook. I have no excuse other than I have fallen out of the habit of adventurous cooking! I am jumping back in. They can eat it. Or they can say "Disgusting!" and eat a piece of bread and an apple. Either way. I'm doing it for me.
Now. If I could just think of where to start.