We rarely eat out at a restaurant of any kind. This didn't happen because we are such good farmers that we don't have to eat out at restaurants. Truth be told, this life style developed from our first year of marriage. Michael was an E-3 Navy boy and I was in college. There wasn't much money to eat out so we had to make do with what we had. We still wanted to have fun so I learned quickly at the ripe old age of 19 to pack picnics so we could eat while we were out hiking or playing. When Michael was stationed in upstate New York, we would save the money to drive to Vermont for the day, but there was always a cooler of goodies in the back so we didn't have to spend any extra. My children grew up this way. Again it had nothing to do with health, but everything to do with money. To this day, I still view a McDonald's Big Mac as a treat. I really like it although I hardly ever indulge in it!
Yesterday evening Michael called from his drive home from work and invited us to ride to the bank with him to deposit his check. I had dinner in the oven and the table set for dinner so it was good timing for me. We all piled in the Suburban and waited for him to drive by and pick us up so we could go to town together. While driving to town, something was said about when we were kids and taking his grandparents to Long John Silvers. While I had no grandparents at that time, I do remember taking my elderly neighbor to KFC and Long John Silvers. Michael and I both grew up in the same rinky dink town with 3 stop lights and although we didn't know each other until middle school, we still had many of the same experiences growing up in that small town. As we relived some of our childhood while our own children listened, I mentioned how much I used to like Long John Silvers fish. After all I hate fish, but it didn't taste like fish (I wonder why) so I thought that was a good thing when I was a teenager. It was a rare treat for us as children or teenagers to eat out at any sort of restaurant, but we still enjoyed the experience when we got the chance. This whole conversation led to us stopping by Captain D's and treating our children to a meal. Keep in mind I had a roast, potatoes, and carrots still cooking in the oven. I knew that meant we had a nice meal for the next day with little effort.
The kids looked less than thrilled. This was a treat for Michael and I more than for them it appeared. After the first bite, our second and third born sons decided that this was a horrible mistake. They would much rather be eating roast at our dinner table. Our oldest son was at work or he would have refused to eat one morsel of any type of "fast food". After the meal was complete and we drove home, my boys were still talking about dinner. They didn't feel good. I had already made a mad dash to the bathroom myself so I couldn't offer up any words of encouragement to them. Each child made a declaration late last night....We will NEVER eat out again unless it is a place like Carraba's! (Great...they do have expensive taste)!
This is all well and fine for everybody else in the house, but I have a bit of an issue with their plan. After almost 22 years of marriage, we can finally afford to treat our kids to a meal outside the home...which is REALLY just a break from cooking for me... and NOW they REFUSE to eat fast food or diner food because it makes them feel yucky! They were even planning all the food that we will be cooking on our VACATION!!!! These kids are not snooty, but they don't even like cereal for breakfast. What was I thinking? I never dreamed it would turn out this way...the irony of it all. So now I am realizing that somehow I have shot my own self in the foot and I will be chained to the stove for the rest of my days. Thank God I enjoy cooking! Of course my kids help me in the kitchen, they have been raised that way. I hope that their future wives feel the same way that they do!!!!
grace and peace,