We need to save money for our big move this fall. So before resorting to become a traveling family circus show to earn extra cash, we decided to stop eating out. It was actually my 9 year-old’s idea, as if she read my mind. I was elated when my middle daughter banded with us. But then my joy went south when the 6 year-old, while wagging his index finger in the air like he does, announced that he would have no parts of the moratorium on carry out. I could understand because the whole lot of them are picky eaters, but he’s by far the worst. A tough sell on anything green, healthy or fresh. I shuddered at the thought of going toe to toe with him over a broccoli sprout. But a second later, I found my spine. “You will eat what the rest of us eat, little boy,” I boomed. “Well, what about Daddy, huh?” he said. “Daddy buys a lot of fastfood.” “Yeah!” both girls chimed in. Okay so they had a good point. Daddy is an admitted Chick-fila and McDonald’s addict. I put my hand on my hips and told the kids to leave Daddy to me. I explained that we’d still eat out for birthdays and maybe once a month for family morale building ( read–when we simply cannot take another roasted chicken).”It’s new house with new digs, or nothing,” I said.
The kids and I stopped eating out cold turkey and it only took Eric two weeks to feel guilty enough to stop his iniquity. Well… I do still see a few charges pop up at Chickfila for $2.69 ever so often. (Must be the cost for a breakfast sandwich). But I don’t confront him about it. It’s not a problem. Why? Because we have saved 400 bucks a month, that’s why! Now 3 months in, that is something to celebrate. So tonight we eat out! Lucky for us it just happens to be Eric’s birthday ;). Speaking of… look who just came from the gym and is making a PB&J– the birthday boy himself. That’s good stuff.
So we are hanging out at a super bowl party this weekend. Should be fun. I love football and in a different life, I’d play the game and be that super fly wide receiver, for sure. But Eric tells me that the girls who play in our neck of the woods are way bigger and meaner looking than me. “I don’t know P,” he said. “You might get hurt.” Tough as I wanna be, I read an article about a local women’s league and decided he was probably right. So this weekend I’m just going to enjoy the game (and the commercials). Then next date is my pick. It’ll be frilly and pink. I like Fugosa for a little wine tasting and dinner. Now E’s no wine connoisseur but if I promise some nearby shopping afterwards, he’s in there!
Our date nights and evenings devoid of children help keep our marriage interesting. What keeps your relationship spicy? Share.
Sometimes when I’ve not planned well or couldn’t get to the grocery store even though I really need something for dinner, I settle on breakfast. I cook it up normally when I’m desperate and usually if we had weekend plans that kept us from our normal Saturday or Sunday morning indulgence. After making nighttime breakfast once or twice, hubby asked me to add it to my dinner repertoire. Just because they love it so! Flipping hotcakes at night has gotten me out of a dinner jam or two, but on top of that, I don’t have to go through the normal pickiness about who’s not going to eat what and why.
I planned a breakfast supper last week and decided to top my pancakes with some wonderful apple butter sauce. I had reserved the sauce from fresh steamed apples I’d made with Rotiserrie chicken, green beans and rolls on another night. Oh, what a delight! The apple butter sauce comes from butter, brown sugar and cinnamon used to season the apples while steaming. My apples are alot like those at Boston Market, but their homemade and taste better. Anyway, the leftover apple butter sauce ends up with bits of cooked apples and a yummy sweet taste that is just perfect for pancakes (and biscuits if you’re at the Brooks residence). It was a dinner that left everyone patting their full tummies and smiling.
Do you have a dish or dessert that’s a sinful delight?