Baby is tired and crying after a bottle. Husband is looking in the kitchen for a morsel to eat. Boy is running around chasing the dog. What’s for dinner?
This is a daily question. You know it’s coming, and even about what time. Yet I, like so many other moms I’m sure, can’t fathom what to bring to the table as the minutes tick away on the wall clock in the kitchen. Food is what I enjoy in life, why does it cause me such turmoil on a weekly basis?
Pick up the baby. Let the dog outside. Get a glass of milk for the boy. A moment to think, please!
It’s the end of the month so there’s not much in the fresh persuasion left in the fridge. I look in the freezer. Bingo! Perogies!!! Luckily, there’s an onion and some butter in the fridge, exactly what you would use to brighten up lazy frozen perogies. Any sausage or ham would have done wonderfully IF I HAD THEM. I boil some water and drop in my hand-made potato-cheddar-bacon perogies (I will post the recipe later). Meanwhile I throw butter and onion slices in a pan. Drain those perogies and plop them on top of the onions. I crank up the heat because everyone is waiting for dinner.
Distraction. Baby wants to go lay down. Dog wants back inside. Boy is pulling shirt and out of milk. “What are you making dear?”
The smell of something burning grabs my attention. My onions! I put down the baby and tell my boy to stand back as I race to the stove to find something rather disheartening. This..
…had turned to this…
Onions are scorched. Perogies are dry. Dinner in a hurry is a hard thing to ask for, especially during the week. I should have kept the heat down or not turned around. You’d think I would have learned this by now, the hare never wins the race. I pick off the onions and add a little butter to the pan to try to salvage this disaster of an attempt to “quickly” prepare dinner. Top them off with plain yogurt and dig in. At least I didn’t have to start over with something else.
Next time I will be more like a tortoise.