curious2c
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So...tonight I decide to cook dinner...ribeye steaks, potato's and peas. Lettuce salad with red cabbage pieces, and a nice home made dressing involving vinegar and oil. Everything looking good, steaks for four, and everything turning out perfect.
Wife has goen to lay down, had a headache. I massaged her neck and back for about twenty minutes before starting dinner.
In comes the youngest son...(15 soon to be 16), with friends. (2)
"Hey dad, can ________ and ________ stay for supper?"
Yes they can. I proceed to cut the steaks (which were large to begin with) in half. Still looking good though.
In comes oldest son (17).
"Hey dad,________, ______ and _______ are coming over tonight for dinner and to study. Mom said it would be ok."
Hmmmm. Well...now I cut the steaks, those beautiful ribeyes, into little tiny bits and cook up some rice...add some tomatoes and spices, peppers, and soon have a pretty nice one dish meal that has some extremely excellent steak in it, cooking away.
This is not a problem...not at all...heh heh.
I set the table...
"Dinner is served guys!"
Nobody shows. Daughter is sleeping in her room, being in the last stages of pregnancy. Wife is sleeping in our room...still headachy. Boys are no where to be found.
I sit down and eat my fairly nice meal...alone.
I then clean up the kitchen, clear the table and go sit down to watch tv. In come ALL the boys.
"Hey dad...how was dinner? We decided to go out for pizza instead of eating at home tonight"
"Dinner was just fucking fine, thanks for asking...buttheads."
"Geez, what crawled up your as...pants dad?"
"Never mind."
About this time out comes my wife, just waking up and having just heard my last little outburst about dinner.
"Hey, you shouldn't talk to them that way...you need to take a chill pill or something."
"Oh...sorry dear...just a bit uptight. Sorry boys!"
"So honey...whats for dinner, I can smell those steaks, I can't wait to taste them."
The 'steaks' are of course not recognizable as such in the rice and tomatoes. She is serving herself up everything leaving a place on the plate for a steak that no longer exists in it's natural form.
"Uh...the steak is in the rice dear. Enjoy...I thought that with all the company the boys were having that I would just convert them into a one meal dish. That way everybody gets some."
Then I took a long drive. The look on her face told me that I made a...less than perfect choice in the application of my cooking skills.
While driving around I decided that I really need to get that ride built and have a better way to think and clear my mind on days/nights like this.
So...does anybody want a killer recipe for spanish rice that involved ribeye steaks? Didn't think so.
Wife has goen to lay down, had a headache. I massaged her neck and back for about twenty minutes before starting dinner.
In comes the youngest son...(15 soon to be 16), with friends. (2)
"Hey dad, can ________ and ________ stay for supper?"
Yes they can. I proceed to cut the steaks (which were large to begin with) in half. Still looking good though.
In comes oldest son (17).
"Hey dad,________, ______ and _______ are coming over tonight for dinner and to study. Mom said it would be ok."
Hmmmm. Well...now I cut the steaks, those beautiful ribeyes, into little tiny bits and cook up some rice...add some tomatoes and spices, peppers, and soon have a pretty nice one dish meal that has some extremely excellent steak in it, cooking away.
This is not a problem...not at all...heh heh.
I set the table...
"Dinner is served guys!"
Nobody shows. Daughter is sleeping in her room, being in the last stages of pregnancy. Wife is sleeping in our room...still headachy. Boys are no where to be found.
I sit down and eat my fairly nice meal...alone.
I then clean up the kitchen, clear the table and go sit down to watch tv. In come ALL the boys.
"Hey dad...how was dinner? We decided to go out for pizza instead of eating at home tonight"
"Dinner was just fucking fine, thanks for asking...buttheads."
"Geez, what crawled up your as...pants dad?"
"Never mind."
About this time out comes my wife, just waking up and having just heard my last little outburst about dinner.
"Hey, you shouldn't talk to them that way...you need to take a chill pill or something."
"Oh...sorry dear...just a bit uptight. Sorry boys!"
"So honey...whats for dinner, I can smell those steaks, I can't wait to taste them."
The 'steaks' are of course not recognizable as such in the rice and tomatoes. She is serving herself up everything leaving a place on the plate for a steak that no longer exists in it's natural form.
"Uh...the steak is in the rice dear. Enjoy...I thought that with all the company the boys were having that I would just convert them into a one meal dish. That way everybody gets some."
Then I took a long drive. The look on her face told me that I made a...less than perfect choice in the application of my cooking skills.
While driving around I decided that I really need to get that ride built and have a better way to think and clear my mind on days/nights like this.
So...does anybody want a killer recipe for spanish rice that involved ribeye steaks? Didn't think so.
um yes...buttheads was what slipped out. 
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