What's for dinner...

Yesterday was one of THOSE days for me.
I had a headache and felt like crying for every little thing.  I didn't want to be at work or at home and I didn't want to talk to anyone – but as you and I know our wants and needs often have to take a back door to life's demands.

When I finally arrived home I was welcomed with the daily evening greeting "what's for dinner?"  Sighing I took 2 bootleg tylenol and went to the kitchen to see what I could throw together. 

I decide to make arroz amarillo con salchichas (in English this is yellow rice and Vienna sausage).  It was smelling pretty good.  The rest of the story goes something like this:

[Teenager enters kitchen] "that smells good mom" [while lifting the lid off the pot]
[Teenager staring blankly at the pot] "I think the rice you used was bad."

Me: "Rice doesn't go bad like other items."
Teenager: "Maybe you used an old packet of sazon because it looks weird."
Me: "Drown it with ketchup!"
Teenager: "Really mom?"
Me: "Make the damn Bagel Bites."
Teenager: "Oh yeah – forgot we had those."

This is complicated....

or at least those were the words spoken by my 14 year old HS freshman when I asked him to make mashed potatoes.  Now keep in mind these were the Hungry Jack kind.  They didn't require peeling, cutting, boiling, straining or an array of spices.  It requires a measuring cup and a tablespoon and extremely basic ingredients.  He is still exasperated because he is being required to do math and can't understand why chicken cutlet isn't a meal in itself.

Love my boy.