While work is still ongoing behind the scenes for the upscaling of my business, normal daily life goes on. I am sure many of you have this same issue.....What's for dinner Mom?
Some days I wish someone would invent a pill we could eat instead of making dinner, it would solve so many problems! I’d eat salad and whatever I find in cupboard, but when it comes to feeding family, that just won’t do.
Firstly shopping bag round up begins, I can never understand where they all disappear too it’s like washing socks, one at a time they always leave home! Bags loaded into the back of the car I head up the road to the grocery store with thoughts of culinary delights in store for the family and the shopping list securely placed in my bag, I’m still a pen and pencil kind of person and I like lists.
Up and down the aisles I trundle shopping list in hand when my mind goes completely blank, ‘What on earth are we going to eat?’ echoes in my head, like no other thoughts are suddenly home, someone just turned off the lights.
How does that happen and I can’t be the only person that happens too. Yes sometimes I plan a menu, sometimes, however that plan changes when no one else wants to eat the same thing, so what do you do? Improvise?
There are more improvised shopping days than planned menu days, when that happens it can be dangerous. I walk around scanning the shelves, fridges and freezers, ‘hello I’m here’, but nothing happens. Filling the basket with a few items from my usual list, that won’t add up to a dinner. Lingering in the meat department as if awaiting divine intervention, as if suddenly the mind of a chef would possess me and I could magically whip three key ingredients into a luscious meal that would satisfy the hearty men in my household.
Filling the basket as I wander along the aisles and peeking into the other shoppers’ trolleys to see what they are taking home, you never know something might inspire me. Nope nothing, now in slight desperation I call the hubby and ask ‘what would you like for diner love?’ the reply comes swiftly, ‘I don’t know, surprise me!’ Well that didn't help! So being a good Irish woman and mammy I play it safe, I grab the only things that I know they love, after all they are Irish men.
So spuds, two veg and meat it is then, shopping done.