What do you do when your spouse prepares a meal that's pretty much inedible?
--Ray
PS> Tonight it was Lentil/hamburger soup that tasted like a combination of dirt and waaaay too much salt. I have to wonder if she dropped the salt shaker in it. She also made me an applecake that had a liquid core... because she's afraid to cook things too much. Normally she's an astounding cook, but sometimes her kitchen karma is really really off... To really rub salt in the wounds, she "ran off" to Relief Society for a high-quality dinner and left me with the kids (and the kids of a family I hometeach) to feed them... and of course they all noticed there was something not quite right with the soup...
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Put some in a jar in the fridge. Tell her "You know, that soup was just fantastic... you should warm some up for lunch". She'll figure it out.
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Sounds like a Homewrecking Meeting recipe. I hate it when the wife rushes off to a meeting and I'm left standing there with the hastilly prepared meal of dubious quality. If I knew in advance it would be bad then I could plan to make something myself. My wife has gotten better though and usually has something like pizza or lasagna ready to go which has less of a chance of turning out badly.
I'm sure your wife would readily admit what was wrong with the meal if she had eaten any of it herself (as my wife does). It was just an oops you have to grin and bear (or wince and bear?).
My solution? Well, I watched kids at the church for Enrichment and got to eat what the sisters ate. The only drawback - that {insert last name of child} kid who wouldn't behave.
I'm sure your wife would readily admit what was wrong with the meal if she had eaten any of it herself (as my wife does). It was just an oops you have to grin and bear (or wince and bear?).
My solution? Well, I watched kids at the church for Enrichment and got to eat what the sisters ate. The only drawback - that {insert last name of child} kid who wouldn't behave.
I don't know about Homewrecking Meeting in your ward but I've seen some nasty stuff served to the sisters before. I think I'll take my chances with the PB&J.
Jase, that's a RS front... Whenever men are involved, the food looks hideous... In our ward anyway if you're a guy and you crash one of these dinners (not only do you get the most nasty looks and crusties... talk about uncomfortable), but you also discover that they have some pretty fine cooking...
They had an applecake with cheesecake frosting and Chicken Saltimbocca with pasta, salad, etc... trust me it was a MUCH better meal than Salt and Dirt soup.
--Ray
PS> I tried my lighthearted approach to mentioning how the soup went... and that went over like a lead balloon. I should've said nothing... I'm kicking myself... I've been in the doghouse ever since... Apparently it was a really really bad cooking day... Now I'm trying to think of some way to save my wife's sanity and what little pleasant spirits she once had...
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rayb wrote: Jase, that's a RS front... Whenever men are involved, the food looks hideous... In our ward anyway if you're a guy and you crash one of these dinners (not only do you get the most nasty looks and crusties... talk about uncomfortable), but you also discover that they have some pretty fine cooking...
They had an applecake with cheesecake frosting and Chicken Saltimbocca with pasta, salad, etc... trust me it was a MUCH better meal than Salt and Dirt soup.
--Ray
PS> I tried my lighthearted approach to mentioning how the soup went... and that went over like a lead balloon. I should've said nothing... I'm kicking myself... I've been in the doghouse ever since... Apparently it was a really really bad cooking day... Now I'm trying to think of some way to save my wife's sanity and what little pleasant spirits she once had...
You can always try introducing her to the joys of alcoholic beverages! Errr wrong forum. Sorry my bad!
I don't have to say anything. The kids say it or me...
True. Kids are good for something...at least until they learn better.
The meal at our ward's enrichment was all bought from what I could tell. Nothing from scratch. It was okay and better than Salt and Dirt soup but not as good as homemade. I had a hard time with the kids eating it - they didn't like most of it (some kind of lasagna/macaroni type stuff with salad and rolls).
Oh... I see... well that explains everything... Kids were involved...
If kids are invited to eat with the ward, you're pretty much garanteed to hate the meal... cuz the relief society breaks into this mode where instead of quality, it's all about quantity... and then... well... you're pretty much doomed to Monty-zoooom-uh's Revenge... guh.
I suppose there's good reason for it. Most kids like Mac-n-Cheese... When was the last time a Relief Society prepared a HIGH QUALITY meal for children? The return on investment just isn't there... cuz if it's healthy half the kids won't eat it anyway... still it does seem a little short-sighted.
--Ray
-- Edited by rayb at 16:11, 2007-03-07
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Here's a related question: Do you eat dishes that you don't care for? For instance, I hate fish, but if my wife prepares fish I'll eat it.
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Arb: Generally I don't. Though if the wife fixes it, she expects me to eat it, otherwise the kids stage a coup. So... this is one of those things I'm struggling with... and hoping to change...
Roper: Both my wife and I cook. I served a mission in Italy, and well... I have to admit it hopelessly raised my food standards as a result... (missions usually have the opposite effect on people, but not when you serve a mission in Italy... sigh... I'm a victim.) As a result, we've got this love/hate tug-of-war relationship when it comes to food preparation in our house. Furthermore, I'd be more than willing to cook every night, except that I don't always get home til after the kids are laying on the ground starving, or I want to cook Pasta/Pizza every single night... which apparently no one other than myself likes.
--Ray
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Are you kidding? They only pretend to feed you at RS dinners. All that good-looking stuff? Fake. Then they try to give you some pansy, dainty salad junk and call it 'food,' so as to trick you into eating it.
Roper wrote: I do almost all of the cooking. I'm rarely disappointed.
I love to cook, but my specialty is baked goods and desserts - my wife does most of the actual meals, although I do cook sometimes.
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I thought that Homewrecking Meeting had been changed to Home, Family and Personal Get-RichQuickment?
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