Sometimes food-related things make me mad. For instance, Lean Cuisines. My friend Stephanie and I try to be good people and bring our lunches to work. We don't have many places within walking distance to our office and sometimes finding parking at downtown restaurants is just more of a pain than it's worth. (Unless it's at Taziki's. It is always worth it at Taziki's.) A lot of times, we bring leftovers. Some days, however, we break out the Lean Cuisines. I typically stay away from frozen entrees because of their high sodium level, but even I cave to the ease of a microwave meal sometimes. We both had Lean Cuisine entrees last week. Actually, mine may have been a Smart Ones. They are all the same to me. Whatever it was I was eating only had about 280 calories. Stephanie had a chicken panini, I had turkey medallions with mashed potatoes. Ok. There were FOUR BITES of turkey in this thing and about 3 spoonfuls of mashed potatoes. Stephanie dropped a piece of chicken off her panini, so she probably only ended up eating about 150 calories. The point of this story is to tell you that by 2:30, we were in the fridge raiding our emergency hummus.
Whenever we have people over, I tend to put a lot of pressure on myself when it comes to deciding what to cook. It exhausts Marcus. It goes something like this:
Me: Should I try a new recipe?
Marcus: Make chili.
Me: But I have all that rosemary in the garden. People like rosemary. I should make rosemary chicken.
Marcus: Or chili.
Me: But people are picky about chili. Some like beans, some don't. Everyone thinks their chili is the best.
Marcus: It's not. Yours is.
Me: You're sweet, but you have to say that.
Marcus: Forget it. I'm making tacos.
And then I WIN.
I really should chill about impressing people. When I bake, people want one of three things: Chocolate Sheet Cake, Almond Cupcakes or teacakes (chewy sugar cookies). The things I inufse with flavored extracts are delicious, but those three recipes, which I could probably make in my sleep, are the ones that please. We once had a babysitter who, rather than being paid in cash, just asked that I make her a roast in the crockpot. (Again, I WIN.)
Tonight Dean asked for apples with mayonnaise. I kind of gagged in his face. (Kind of like this.) Obviously, I am failing him in some area. He will be donning his red monogrammed apron this week and helping make dinner.