Good Fortune

Denny had to stay late for a meeting tonight. (Translation: Denny will eat surf and turf and I will fix the kids something for the 3 of us for dinner.) This brings up the age-old question: Should I follow the path of least resistance (i.e. chicken nuggets, mac n cheese, or pizza)? Or, should I take the road less traveled?

You know those people who just have to make it hard on themselves? Enter this mommy. I decided to, tah-dah: cook! And part of me will admit one benefit that, when I’m cooking, I’m not having to entertain them, as that would involve multi-tasking (which is a very difficult world, errr… word… uh…. thing for some mommies). So while the boys removed the cushions from the couch, jumped up and down on them and piled all their toys in the center of the floor as their own private junk-yard, I whipped out my cookbook, and located the following: Shantung Chicken.

Not familiar with it? I’d call it a cross between a saucy chicken lo mein and the kind of stuff you get at a Japanese Hibachi grill, but with noodles instead of rice. Minus the large chef hat, throwing swords, and lighting a pyramid of onions on fire. I googled it and this is the best picture I could find (or at least partly how mine looks):

Pressing my luck.

Apparently, on some uber-awesome mommy day, I had scribbled under the recipe “kids love!” WTH? Presentation is everything with most kids this age: Does THIS look like something YOUR kids would eat? For Pete’s sake the green is in plain sight! Plain sight!

Well… either I actually wasn’t on crack that distant day or I did have the good fortune of the upcoming Chinese New Year on my side because guess what: score! Oh… it was far, far from a home run. But much better than a foul. Perhaps the best analogy would be like walking the batter: I served it in front of them, called it dinner and pretty much said “I ain’t got nothin’ else” as I spit a wad of congealed mommy wine to left of the pitcher’s mound (aka “the dinner table.”) Would you believe Nate and Matt stepped up to the plate? (Oh that is a great, deliberate pun, by the way.)

Maybe they were starving. Maybe I should really be on “Chopped.” Maybe they took one good look at my mommy eyes and saw sheer lunacy. It came down to this: the older and wiser Nate skirted around his green onion pieces and bean sprouts with the skill of a fine illustrator who was coloring too close to the lines. The chicken and noodles were gone. Matt’s still honing his skills: He would accidentally get something healthy or crunchy in his mouth, make a face, and remove the offending piece of vegetable matter from said mouth and deposit it in a pile next to his noodle bowl. A pile of half-masticated crun-slushy yellowish mush. But then he continued eating.

So no it wasn’t a home run. No vegetables were digested. Nobody joined the clean plate club nor earned a dessert (except mommy and I’m too exhausted to scoop the ice cream). But I did get chicken and Chinese noodles into my kids bellies. And that, my fellow mommies, is a hit.


Confucious say: You no likey? Tough!


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Stephanie
    Jan 20, 2012 @ 02:15:11

    Hi Amy! I love your blog.

    Stephanie B.


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