Much Ado About Dinner
By Norma Ritter
Big Flats NY USA
From: NEW BEGINNINGS, Vol. 17 No. 5 September-October 2000, pp. 164-65
Once upon a time I cooked meat and two vegetables, and that was dinner.
Then we decide it would be healthier to eat a couple of meatless meals each week, usually pizza or fish. The children don't like fish, so I serve them planned leftovers.
Then the ten-year-old "baby" decides to become a vegetarian. "She'll starve to death!" says Grandma. She doesn't starve, but it does mean making an extra meal, so we go to having meat only three times a week.
Then the 15-year-old decides to be a vegetarian too. No problem? Wrong! She doesn't like the same things as her sister. Now I am making three different meals, four times a week.
Then my husband decides that he only wants to eat meat twice a week. OK, I'll go along with that. He buys a million vegetarian cookbooks, but doesn't fancy most of the recipes.
Then I become a vegetarian. I am more adventurous, and everyone looks very suspiciously at my concoctions.
Then Grandma decides that she wants to eat "light." What does this mean? It means that five minutes before dinner she wants something else, but only leftovers already in the fridge, "So that I don't make work for you!"
Now comes the clincher. Youngest child says, "But Mom, I just doesn't fancy ______. I'll make my own." So I respond, "Tell me what you do like so I'll make it tomorrow," and the answer comes back, "Why do I have to tell you what to make? Other mothers just put food on the table!"
And to think - once upon a time, I dreamed of running a Bed and Breakfast Inn!
Reprinted from the November 1996 issue of Virginia Visions, Area Leaders Letter for LLL of Virginia.