My parents are in town visiting at the moment. Three weeks of one-on-one time. Bliss. Well, not entirely.
Living alone means I’m not used to company all the time. True, I’m going to have to get used to it pretty quickly once the Boy and I move in together (or rather, move to the same frigging country), but at the moment, my space is generally mine. While my folks aren’t staying with me (they’re staying at a hotel around the corner), they’re spending everyday at my place. Every dinner. And today and tomorrow being holidays here (Canada Day and then a floating holiday at work), I have 2 full days with them. I’m enjoying it generally but there are some small things that are beginning to grate.
I’m not used to people disagreeing on my dinner choices. Usually, I pick a recipe and make it. Sometimes I try something new, sometimes it’s an old staple but I don’t usually give a choice. My parents only eat kosher meat, so I’ve been limited lately to fish and vegetarian meals, which is fun at first, but a challenge after a while when my staples are chicken based. So yesterday, they went off and found a kosher butcher and came home with tons of meat.
Great, but my dinner plans tonight were to make Grilled Stuffed Mushrooms. My mother, bless her, decided to give my dad the choice of steak or mushrooms. He obviously wants steak. Then she suggests he have both, which doesn’t work because the mushrooms have cheese. So I’m supposed to make one mushroom without cheese, which changes the entire recipe. Then he says he only wants steak. So I have to make two separate meals. At this stage, I got a tad grumpy and said no, I’m not making two separate meals. We’ll have steak tomorrow night and mushrooms and salad tonight. Suck it up.
I feel like a bit of a bitch at the moment but I’m a little peeved. This is my home and while they’re doing a lot of the grocery shopping while I’m at work, I’m cooking for them and I’m not prepared to make different meals for everyone. Seriously, how do those of you with kids and fussy eaters do it? Notice to the Boy: one meal a night – I’m not giving you a million choices.
This could also be a symptom of needing some space on my part. I’m really not used to conversing and being ‘on’ all the time. So damnit, they’re going to enjoy the Stuffed Portabella Mushrooms (with rice, veggies and cheese) or else!