john ate dinner, all gone.

It is no secret, although he will not admit it, John does not always like my cooking. I try to make John-friendly meals but I am not willing to go completly away from what I myself want. My mom made meals my dad would eat and they were less than adventerous. They were good, but meat, potato, corn or peas. I still have trouble accepting this is not how meals are to be planned out. So I try to trick John and usually fail. Convincing him that quinoa is mac and cheese. FAIL. I think my only contribution to his diet is sometimes he will eat carrots in my pot roast. Tonight I made an Amish whole chicken and mashed potatoes *all organic*. The chicken was good I wasn't sold. I think I am still suffering from the memories of Thanksgiving 2012. I got so sick that night and am never going to look at Thanksgiving the same again. Back to the chicken, John devoured it and my potatoes. I succeeded! I am such a good cook. I cut up fresh rosemary, thyme, garlic, and chives and put it in the chicken hole and some of the same herbs on top with some EVOO. I didn't know what the heck I was doing but it was tasty. Wish I could have gotten past my emotions. I also had brussel sprouts to add my green. I guess there is no resolving this situation. We will make two seperate meals or one meal with some major variations. I won't ever make a giant veggie lasagna and I beg people to let me cook eggplant parm for them so I can eat a peice, this is life. The give and take of marriage I suppose. I guess women do marry men like their fathers. I am getting good at making giant portions of meat though. here is the chicken

with fresh herbs... MMMMMMMMMM.

SO picky husband beware. You will break.