Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Gourmet Night at Casa Mac & Cheese

I finally opened up that Jessica Seinfeld cookbook that I bought many moons ago, but tossed aside due to pregnancy nausea, coupled with some pretty gross sounding recipes. Every recipe in the book is designed to hide nutritious food in other food such that kids don't know that they're eating something good for them. It would be great if I could get Pumpkin to eat well, but I have to confess, I'm not much better than Pumpkin. I'm actually worse because I'm supposed to know better. I do force down veggies at some of my meals, but it's usually in the form of a salad or coleslaw, and not some of the more "hard core" veggies. Today I decided to make Jessica's chicken nuggets, which are made by dipping the chicken in a broccoli/egg mixture, then breading it in a bread crumb/flax meal mixture. The chicken nuggets are then supposed to be fried in a pan, but I baked them in the oven as I was certain that I would burn them in the pan. I did try to fry a couple of them as an experiment, and although I did burn them a little, I think I could figure out how to do it right for next time. Anyhow, since Jessica Seinfeld included family testimony along with each of her recipes, I figured I'd let you know what my family thought.

Mom thought they were delicious! She even suggested that I make them again, and not worry about frying them.

Hubby thought that they were really good. He even stated so in a tone that told me that he meant it, rather than his usual, scripted tone. You know what I'm talking about. The same tone that accompanies phrases such as, "Nah, your ass didn't change at all with this pregnancy".

Pumpkin didn't like the way that the breading fell off the chicken when she pinched it. Once that happened, she refused to actually taste it. Instead, she had a time-out for blowing spit bubbles at me, then returned to the kitchen to eat a banana. That's actually an example of a good eating night.

I thought it was quite tasty. Although my house smelled like fermenting garbage as a result of steaming something as vile as broccoli, the other ingredients hid most of it's disgusting flavour, which I was able to totally finish off by using a honey mustard dip.

Chichi sat in her swing and said, "Ack!", which I think translates to, "What's the deal with the fermenting garbage???"

This gourmet meal was inspired by the pressure to sit down to dinner as a family, which, according to the media, will increase my childrens chances of having a bright future, and be less likely to use drugs. Whatever. I am personally more likely to abuse alcohol after these attempts to get Pumpkin to sit still and actually eat.

8 comments:

ourlittlefunnybunny said...

My friend just made the chick pea cookies...her kids loved them but she had to think fast when one of them pointed out a chick pea inside the cookie...she said it was a macadamia nut...

Your dinner sounds much like the way our dinner nights go.

nomotherearth said...

It's a toss up, isn't it? Our kids using drugs, or us. Which is worse?? Which is why we currently suck at family dinners right now. I've made some good attempts over the course of my mat leave, but I'm back to sucking right now.

Chantal said...

oh man, dinners are hard. I haven't made a decent one in weeks. Last friday we bought a family sized bag of fries from the chip wagon, split them up, went our seperate ways. It was the best meal ever!!!

kgirl said...

not that it is a miracle cure, but you have a do-over with #2. Get her eating a wiiiiide variety of healthy foods from very early on, (I mean, once she's ok with solids) and you might have better luck. of course, setting the good example can't hurt ;)

Barrie said...

Hilarious post! And here's what I've learned about cooking and my kids: the more work the meal, the more complaints from the kids. That said, I'm off to plunk a bunch of junk into a crockpot, then dial it up to high! (Actually it's a pretty good stew recipe. Let me know if you want it.)

motherbumper said...

Well if that sit down meal is going to keep her away from drugs, I guess I'll start serving our TV trays at the same table as opposed to where my sloth family chooses to lie. Perhaps we might even attempt a conversation. And yes, "ack" does mean "what is the deal with the fermenting garbage?" - I looked it up.

Her Bad Mother said...

How on earth do you find time to cook, woman?

petite gourmand said...

I've heard that the beet brownies are delish.