Old readers of my blog would know that at home Kid#1 and Moi are the ‘cookers’ and Kid#2 and DIL the ‘eaters’. Works well for us, more since DIL (smart goil) threatens to feed us meals made by her. Mercifully she hasnt made good her threat. Hmm Yeah she made Egg Onion Bake which was okay. She made chicken once and it was HOT. We had to call the fire brigade Phew!!! It was tasty though. 2 dishes in three years – she needs to make one more dish, to make it one dish a year. Must tell her! But I digress
My attitude towards cooking is : Meal is on the table. I am eating. You guys can eat when you want to. I finish my meal and get back to my computer or TV or whatever …..
Kid#1 is harmonal. I am not kidding at all. He freaks out and when he is cooking no one hangs around the kitchen. He is holy terror. Once he has laid the table and put food, you are, at the pain of death, supposed to drop everything and hot-foot to the table, or he will sulk, throw a tantrum and make life unpleasant.
Yesterday I wandered into the kitchen and decided that I would have a sinful breakfast. Yeah I get that mood, and when I get it, I never get to eat anything good, fattening and sinful. Sulk Sulk
I checked the freezer and there were these thick yummy looking hot dogs lying there, and I pulled them out. Kid#1 landed up
Kid#1 : What you doin?
Me : Breakfast time, I want something that takes time digesting. I dont want oatmeal today
Kid#1 ; Snatching the packet out of my hand : Those are not sausages, they are chorizo
Me : Trying to unsuccesfully grab the pack : They look like sausage and I wanna eat it. I like eating stuff I dont know how to spell
Kid#1 : Shoo! Shoo! I am doing breakfast
Me : Not liking being shooed out of the kitchen : Okay I’ll make me some chow mein. Want some ?(while picking up the packet of fresh noodles fm the fridge)
Kid #1 : Snatching that damn thing out of my hand too : This is unhealthy, throw it
Me : This was tantrum time : I LIKE IT. I wont throw it! (and I huffily stomped into my room)
5 minutes later the most divine smell came from the kitchen. I landed up there, and seeing that Kid#1 wasnt around I decided to taste a slice of the whatchamacallit sausage look alike. My bad luck, Kid#1 caught me in the act and freaked out. He stopped cooking and went up in a huff.
I ate a slice of bread with a glass of milk – told ya about the “wanting to eat sinful stuff and not getting to”. Kid#2 wisely stayed in his room. DIL scolded Kid#1 for being harmonal and me for …… being me I guess
I went off to spend quality time with an old female friend.
Today the maid packed some of that scrambled egg with sausage thingy in my lunch. Dahlins it was delicious. Well I cant let it go – can I?
Rang up Kid#1
Me : Hey that thing u made for breakfast was yummy
Kid#1 : Its called chorizo and I am not gonna talk about it
Me : The maid packed it in my lunch box – its delicious
Kid#1 : (Coldly) I did not eat it and we shall not talk about it
Me : Your bad luck. Its not as though you got your chums or are preggers. I am menopausal and even I dont throw such tantrums. Tell you, its yummy
Kid#1 : We shall not talk about it, like I said
Me : But we are ….. Its yummy
Me : Have I irritated you enough
Kid#1 : Wish you were my age and I could curse you
Me : You wanna use the F word?
Kid #1 : Phone disconnected
Man! Sometimes having kids to torture is such fun!!!!