So I'm in the living room on the couch with my daughter Haley, eating peanut butter straight out of the jar and it's nearly cleaned off. I'm thinking of what I should cook for lunch maybe I can cut up the piece of chorizo real small and make fried rice. Or I can use the nori seaweed and just make sushi rice. Toss coin. Three more days to go till grocery time.
Two days ago I had a quarter kilo of chicken (I am Filipino, I weigh things by the kilogram) and some mushrooms (or they may have been tofu, I'm really not sure). I sauteed some garlic in butter and added in the chicken - I chopped them up good so no one would be able to tell which one is chicken or mushroom or tofu. It smelled great and the children were hungry and eager to taste it. They asked me what it was that I was cooking.
"Chicken," I said.
"Yes!" said Colin.
I put some soy sauce and water to make the dish saucy. I served this on top of a bowl of buttered pasta. It looked good. The children tasted it and I hear them go "Hmm!" and "Yumm!" They started chewing..."Are you sure this is chicken? Coz some bits don't taste like chicken" my eldest Cam carefully asked.
"Yes," I said. So I may have put some extender but its edible that's for sure.
Codi, my 3rd boy, starts picking out bits he suspected weren't chicken while Colin plopped mayonnaise on his bowl to mask the taste of the tofu or what could be mushrooms. So much for chopping up the meat well so no one would be able to tell the mushroom from the chicken...
Handyman kept complimenting that it was like eating gourmet in an expensive restaurant. So sweet. To encourage the kids to eat their food, he's never said anything bad about my cooking even though I know it sucks. Poor guy hasn't had his favorite 3-in-1 coffee for a week. He's been settling for brewed coffee which is really my preference and not his.
One fourth kilo of chicken and a kilo of pasta fed a family of six for a day. That was eaten for lunch and dinner. I'm thankful my kids are no longer picky, they might complain a little and make side comments, but in the end they will eat what is served. They know I adhere to my grocery shopping schedule, and until that day comes, we have to make do with what we have. It's all part of a plan to financial freedom and they know this food stretch is only temporary.