...and so I have a bunch of haus frau-ey stuff to do today. Like
cleaning the house and deciding what the hell I'm going to make for
dinner, let alone for dessert. Because dessert is a food group
for the husband's family. (And they pronounce it like this:
deeeee-sert, because that's the way Grandpa says it.
Seriously. Although they're mocking him when they say it like
that.) I'm thinking a pie, but who knows. Pie is easy and is
a crowd pleaser.
Yep. That settles it. Pie it is. What
kind, though? I saw peaches were on sale yesterday at the
store. Hmmmmm. I like peach pie. But do the rest of
them like peach pie? I dunno. The mother in law generally
makes jello-related desserts. Replete with Cool
Whip. You might get the occasional cobbler, but
rarely pie and cake only on birthdays.
Much thought is required. Feel free to chime in with suggestions.
Dinner is another story. I'm going to have to make a lot of
food. To sum up quickly: the mother in law grew up on a
farm. Meals were big and loaded with items from the five food
groups. Meat, potatoes, vegetables, bread and, of course,
dessert. There is always an extraordinary amount of
food on the table whenever she cooks. The husband
and I, however, have dropped the habit of eating like we
needed to fuel ourselves for hand threshing, yet we have to revert to
old habits when they come to dinner. I always think I'm going to
have leftovers when they come over for dinner, but I never
do. I need something that goes well with corn on
the cob. I'm not frying chicken for seven people---two of
whom are lovely children, but whose picky eating habits mean that
lately one of them looks like he's starving. Nooooo sirrreee no
frying of the chicken. It'd take forever.
Fugettaboutit. Hmmm.
Oh, well. I'm sure it will come to me while I'm
cleaning. Or while I'm ironing. Have that to do today,
too.
Must get cracking.