My Husband just woke up and asked me what time it is (he works 3rd shift).
He then asked me what I was making for dinner, I said I didn't know yet and asked why.
He said he kept having a dream where I kept making dinner for myself and then something different for him because he didn't like my lasagna. I said what's the big deal. He said he does NOT want me doing that and that he wants to eat what I make for dinner, so that we can eat the same thing.
I grew up hearing this. It's honestly foreign to me that people make multiple meals for their families. You eat what I make or you can make yourself a sandwich.
Besides the health reasons I'm really hoping the boys don't have a peanut allergy b/c that seems like a sandwich a 5yr old can make pretty easily, lol!
Tell him it is for SURE only in his dreams that you make two dinners, one for you and one for him, because this is not a fucking restaurant and he can eat what's in front of him, especially when it's homemade effing lasagna and he kept silent re: the ricotta at the grocery store.
He can starve if he doesn't like what's on the menu. lol
I adore you SueSue! That was my Mom's mantra growing up. "Don't like it? NOT MY PROBLEM! Eat it or starve!" lol
We honestly ate whatever my Mom made until we were in middle school, then if we didn't like it we could just make whatever we wanted. Her mantra then turned to "if you don't like what is for dinner, you yourself need to make something else". Or she would turn dinner over to us a few nights a week and make us make dinner. That nipped it in the bud pretty quick for my brothers.
Now she doesn't care, when I come home to visit and ask what's for dinner she'll tell me "whatever you can think of....and can I come with?" LOL
I told my h he's fired from being my baking test dummy. My h is like an 80 year old man stuck in his ways when it comes to sweets. He doesn't like cake. He doesn't like frosting. Doesnt like chocolates. The only thing he likes is butter tarts and hard as fuck oatmeal pecan cookies. Everything else is "too sweet" " too moist" " too flaky". Psssh. H, you're fired.