said my 8 year old laughingly as I commented that I would ‘throw’ something together for dinner, as we were all dashing out that morning. She loves to play with the food fight concept, but I laugh since at times I really want to throw my hands up in the air as I run out of ideas for mealtimes.
For some reason, I can’t deal with cookbooks, I hate following directions, (ah, the eternal rebel), and I like to just put together meals that are part what is in the fridge, cupboard, and what I can find on the way home. Trouble is, we all eat differently. One of my kids is a staunch vegetarian, (no meat of any kind, no fish), one is a semi-vegetarian, (no red meat), and I am a meat-a-tarian. I so miss those nights I could throw a lamb roast in the oven and call it dinner. No worries about protein requirements being met!
But I have to say, that my middle daughter’s vegetarianism has changed our family’s eating habits. I never thought I would be eating baked beans and tofu hot dogs for dinner and how much I might enjoy them! We actually don’t fight about food, because I have kept the same rule in place as I always set: This is dinner, and if you want something else, you figure it out yourself and keep me out of it. It also has to have some redeemable nutritional value.
It does keep the fight out of the food. And I eat my steak frites in restaurants now.