There are lots of things that I love about Handsome. But one in particular is that he will eat anything. Literally. Unless it’s burned beyond recognition, which I haven’t done since we were very newly married, he’ll eat it. There are some times that we’ve finished dinner and I’ve asked if he wants to take the leftovers for lunch the next day and he has said no, indicating that it wasn’t one of his favourite meals.There have been a few times that he’s finished dinner and looked at me and said “Please don’t make that again.”
Tonight was one of those nights.
I made Beef Stroganoff. I’ve made it from scratch in the past. It’s not particularly hard. In New Zealand I usually used a little meal packet from Maggi, just cook the meat, add mushrooms and onions, seasoning packet and water and you’re done. When I was at the store a few weeks ago I bought a packet from a reputable company, thinking it would work the same.
Instead of using flank steak I used a bit of beef mince that I left from dinner on Saturday, knowing that I needed to use it up. I followed the directions, adding a bit more onion and asparagus that needed using too.
Honestly, it was pretty bad. Handsome worked late tonight so I ate dinner with the children. I ate some of my dinner in order to encourage them to eat it. Guess what? THEY’RE NOT STUPID!
They did eat the noodles. But they weren’t going to TOUCH the meat. They wouldn’t even eat the noodles that had touched the sauce.
In the end both of the girls eat Weetbix and I would have, too, but we’re out of milk
When Handsome came home he heated up his dinner. I pre-warned him that it might not taste very good and I didn’t mind if he just threw it away and fixed something else. But, like the trooper he is, he ate it. And asked that I never make it again.