Foodies we are NOT

Two nights ago Jeremy called me saying he was running late from work and what were our plans? (which is his nice way of asking what's to eat). I told him I was making broccoli beef. I try to cook meals at home as it is much cheaper than eating out but here are the things working against me. 1. Jeremy doesn't like leftovers so if I cook something big I either have to freeze it or eat it myself for four days. 2. Trinity is good about trying things but Blake has his own special diet that does not include eating much that I make. This did not deter me this week however from planning about four nights in a row of meals and then planning to eat whatever was leftover the next few with one night eating out. The broccoli beef was night three of my planned meals. The previous two nights we had sausage and biscuits followed by stew and so, back to the phone conversation. Jeremy comments to me "well don't kill yourself cooking for me". Say what!? I thought that was part of the SAHM job description. I mean, is my cooking that bad? (oh wait, I was asking him this out loud when I thought I was only thinking it). "well you know", he replies, "it's just that we have been eating a lot of heavy stuff." Really? stew? fluffy white rice and broccoli? "So you're telling me", I say, "that if it's not floating in milk it's heavy?" (as most of you know, Jeremy loves his cold cereal and would happily eat it nightly I think as he did in his bachelor years). I'll give him the biscuits and gravy but the rest can hardly be defined as heavy. Here I am putting effort to cook nightly when in truth the heart of the problem is his large lunches out each day that often consist of exactly what I WOULD define as heavy foods. I suppose when I think about it I wouldn't want to eat a giant hamburger and come home to egg rolls and wantons either. So the answer? BETTER LUNCHES. so there. (slight pout).