“This is really good!” My 16 year old son stuffed another bite of lasagna into his mouth, then popped out of his chair and filled his plate with more. Before he was finished with his dinner, half of the pan of lasagna was gone.
Miracles never cease. The kid is more finicky than Morris the cat. More often than not, he snubs his nose at whatever I have cooked for dinner, instead bawling for fast food. He isn’t accustomed to having regular meals cooked for dinner, at least not until this year. At the beginning of this year, I decided that I would cook more, do the grocery shopping more often with the hope of saving some money. While that plan has not been a total win, it’s beginning to succeed more often. I have figured out meals that my boy likes, such as chicken parmesan. He is eating more often, with less of a fight.
And tonight’s compliment was a first. The only other time I have heard something similar is when I make the cheese potato casserole for our family get togethers.
Of course, even when he likes something he is still finicky. When I looked in the sink, I thought the cat had decided the sink would be a good litter box substitute. The boy decided that he didn’t want so much sausage in his lasagna.
Next meal is a crustless quiche. We’ll see if he says the same thing about that meal….