Sometimes, LCB is touched with a spot of brilliance. Last night was one of those moments.
When we purchased our new house, the only kitchen appliance it had was a microwave. At this point in the moving process, we now have a refrigerator and a dishwasher as well. Words cannot express my gratitude for the presence of these fine appliances in my life. No seriously, every time I walk by them I want to break into a round of the doxology. Those of you who have lived without these appliances, even for a short time, know the depth of appreciation one can feel for what looks to me like a hunk of metal and some wires that somehow keep things cold and clean. In fact once, a few years ago, we had to spend a few months in another state for business, and we spent the first month of our stay living in a small house with no kitchen (it had been gutted and was being redone). When the appliances finally came, I really just wanted to pull up a chair and bask in their existence, as if a troubadour had just come to my small, medieval town.
So, tangent aside, we have no stove or oven yet. Obviously, this makes dinner a challenge. We have met this challenge in several different ways over the last week. The night we moved in, we ordered chain store pizza, a move indicative of our mental state at that point. The next night we ordered, you guessed it, Chinese.
Then, I dug this little puppy up from one of our boxes, and LCB has used it to cook the meat for several of our dinners. And we now have an operational grill as well, so weâ€™re moving in the right direction. However, last night, LCB had an early evening conference call, and I had work to do as well, so he came up with what I think was an outstanding dinner plan that required only minimal effort and a microwave.
We introduced the kids to TV dinners.
Really, this sounds more like a plan that I would hatch, keeping things simple at the expense of taste and health when Iâ€™m pressed for time. LCB, who is the family head chef, was clearly feeling the strain to come up with this one.
â€œLook at this interesting kind of food you can buy,â€ explained LCB as he unwrapped a dinner with mac & cheese, chicken fingers and a brownie. â€œItâ€™s all on one little plastic tray, and you just pop it in the microwave for a couple of minutes, and presto, you have a dinner.â€ Having never seen this, the small people were riveted. I tried valiantly not to laugh. They stood, three in a row, and watched while the dinner cooked in the microwave. He put two more dinners in, each a different kind, and then set them on the table, family style, when they were done. The small people eyed each of the dinners and discussed which ones they wanted to try first.
Then, they each took bites, and universally proclaimed them awful.
LCB was fairly bursting with paternal pride over his offspringâ€™s highly-developed palates. â€œWell, at least you now know what TV dinners are,â€ he grinned, and left to make his call.
Later that night, I went on Comfortably Domesticâ€™s blog (check it out, â€˜cause itâ€™s one of my favorites) to catch up on her last few posts, and guess what I found? Apparently, when sheâ€™s in a pinch for time, she cooks Pork and Pineapple Stir Fry. Uh-huh. We serve dinner via a frozen Banquet box, and she whips up a Pork and Pineapple Stir Fry.
Then, I read her post Sometimes Recipe Development is a Family Affair and groaned. Several years ago, I thought I was making a noteworthy advancement when I switched to making my own frosting for the small peopleâ€™s birthday cakes and cupcakes. Chocolate frosting, of course. Always, only chocolate. I am nothing if not steadfast, especially when it comes to chocolate. Comparatively, however, my homemade frosting was a miniscule endeavor, as I read about how she infused lemon tea into butter to make a lemon tea-infused frosting for a blueberry cupcake recipe. Oh, and she developed it to help out with Frosting for the Cause, a really great cause aimed at raising awareness and money for cancer research, no less.
I feel so bourgeois now.
In this regard, we are not living in parallel universes.
Truthfully, Iâ€™d really like to start eating in hers.