The Matron is sort of a start from scratch cook -- even if that 'scratch' means a can of mushrooms and some salad dressing. When her husband met her, she had exactly that in her fridge: one can of mushrooms and French dressing--which was dinner.
But last night, she labored over an extravagance for her family. Glazed chicken. Potatoes. Carrots with a slight bit of peanut sauce--mushrooms, red peppers, onions. Can we all pause here and acknowledge all the chopping, planning and presentation?
This was an hour and a half endeavor.
Her family? Practically fled the table in 7 minutes (she counted).
Stryker: "I hate chicken. Can I go now?"
Scarlett: "Did you know I'm a vegetarian? These chickens are tied to the ground with hundreds of others. They have horrible lives. I will never eat meat again."
This was news to the Matron -- Scarlett's perspective and not the reality of meat. She's wildly sympathetic but unwilling to give up a good burger on the grill, although her family does buy their meat from a family farm. The cows roam free and have names. But Scarlett said that naming animals you'll eventually kill isn't good public policy.
Merrick: "Did you see my basketball? I don't want any more cawwots. I want to play basketball."
Tonight, faced with more rejection and HOURS in the kitchen? Not to mention American Idol and Glee ahead? The Matron ordered pizza, which was a big hit.
Here's her confession: she'd rather spend that hour and a half cleaning than cooking. A sparkling house lasts a few hours. A meal? Under ten minutes -- at least in her house