Spaghetti and Meatballs.

Spaghetti and Meatballs.

I just finished the dishes. There weren’t that many, just a half dozen or so little plastic bowls from my son’s endless stream of snacks and meals since noon. And one frying pan of bacon grease from his dinner. This whole house smells of bacon right now, and not in a good way. In an old bacon sort of way. I could light some candles, but that sounds like a lot of work.

I contemplated getting a marinade together for tonight’s grown up dinner which is to be some sort of low fat chicken concoction. I’m not in the mood. I don’t want chicken and I don’t want to cook.

What I want is spaghetti and meatballs. Homemade by someone’s Italian grandmother would be ideal, but I’ll even settle for take out. I’m not going to make it though, that’s for sure. If I’m going to cook, it’s going to be that damn low fat chicken concoction.

Last week I was on a major high from being at a blogging conference.  Now, at this moment? Not so much. It’s Sunday night – bath night, get ready for school and work tomorrow night, I’m just too tired from the weekend night. Nathan has been talking to me for about 13 hours now and I’ve heard most of it, except for maybe what he was saying when I was hiding in an exceptionally long shower.

Spaghetti and meatballs would help. Instead, we’ll be having some sort of low fat stupid chicken concoction.

I don’t want to clean up whatever I cook for dinner.  This is the trouble with cooking two dinners (and two lunches and two breakfasts). I have to clean up two dinners. And let’s not forget all the snacks and the half dozen little plastic bowls necessary to deliver such snacks.

I’m supposed to be eating healthy again, but since my trip I’m not in the mood.  I want to eat all sorts of junk. Today, in fact, I stopped to get a coffee and a doughnut in an attempt to pick myself up. You generally can’t beat a sugar/caffeine combo to wake a person up, but sadly, today, it didn’t work. I could still just slip right into a coma if someone would stop talking long enough to let me sleep.

You know what helps ACS (Almost Coma Syndrome)? Spaghetti and meatballs. It’s been proven. Carbs and protein. Sounds reasonable, right?

But we’re not having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight. We’re having the chicken.

12 Responses to “Spaghetti and Meatballs.”

  1. psychochef says:

    Screw the low-fat chicken concoction, and go out and find your self some spaghetti and meatballs!

  2. cynk says:

    It’s hard to change your diet when you have to feed others.
    I hope the chicken turned out okay.

  3. This was so me last night, except instead of spaghetti and meatballs I wanted french fries and pizza.

  4. Kristin says:

    That last line is a fantastic choice. I usually cook three different things since I’m the vegetarian, but my husband isn’t. The kids are getting better, but it’s still iffy. I don’t mind dishes so much, but it’s the whole prep and hope it turns out half well issue. Sigh. I really wish I enjoyed cooking.

    • I give you a lot of credit for cooking a dinner you won’t eat for another adult. I’m not sure I could do that consistently. My friends in a mixed veg/not veg household all cook veg and the non-veg eats meat outside the house. I fear I will be cooking a separate meal for Nathan until his spouse someday takes on that role.

  5. This is how I feel about everything. I can’t explain it as well as you can.

  6. I cooked multiple meals a lot when my kids were small. As they got older I insisted that they try whatever I put on the table, and if they really didn’t like it they could make themselves a sandwich. That helped take the pressure off me to be a short-order cook, and they did discover that some of the “adult” food was not half bad.

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