And I get a big kick out of abusing grammar etiquette too.

So I cooked tonight. This used to be a normal occurrence. Lately not so much. I don’t do well with small windows of time. I feel too pressured. It also doesn’t help when Devin comes in the door from daycare expecting dinner to be on the table. The child has zero patience and whines the entire time I’m cooking.

“I’m hungry!”
“I’m soooo hungry!”
“Mommy, I can’t wait for dinner!”
“I can’t!”
“It’s taking too long!”

Oh, sheesh. Who can cook with all of the racket? I manage it sometimes, yes. Still, my kitchen endeavors have been severely curtailed over the past year or so.

Fortunately, this recipe is pretty darn easy. Unfortunately, Devin didn’t like it. But you can’t win ’em all. It’s one of Scott’s favorites so the kid dined mostly on pears* and some dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

*Side story: I cut up some kiwi and put a slice on his plate. He’s quick to reject new foods these days, even though he ate kiwi frequently when he was a more adventurous toddler. Tonight he took one bite of it, upon request, and scrunched up his face in disgust. A few minutes later, though, while I was in the middle of recounting a story to Scott, he exclaimed, “Mommy, I ate the kiwi! And I LIKE it!” He was so happy with himself. Then quickly dismayed when he realized there was no more since we’d eaten the rest. He also told me that one of his dinos touched the chicken salad and, “Guess what? I’m going to eat it anyway!” Silly boy.