Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Connections, Cooking, Dinner, Family | Posted on 04-04-2016
Tags: Cooked, cooking, dinner, food, good intentions, humor, Michael Pollan, parenting
What smells like ass? Asks my teenager son, as he walked into the kitchen.
Um, that would be dinner.
It had been weeks since I had prepared a “proper” dinner for my family.
After watching a few episodes of Cooked on Netflix, I felt nostalgic about cooking and preparing a wholesome meal for my family. The show documents various cultures around the world about food preparation and how, in our busier-and-busier lives, many of us have lost touch with taking the time and the steps to prepare a meal. Made with good ingredients and made with love. The narrator and author, Michael Pollan, says that we all have good memories of being “cooked for” and how that makes us feel cared for and loved.
When I have the time and make the time, I do enjoy cooking for my family. It’s just that they don’t always like what I cook.
That night, I baked potatoes. I broiled some cod with fresh parmesan. I roasted broccoli drizzled with olive oil. (Fish + parmesan + broccoli = stink.)
My intentions were to invite and welcome my family to the table. Yet, the smells turned people away. Except for Otis.
He was drooling.