Susan's teenaged children will eat twenty yogurts instead of bending down to look through the refrigerator for something substantive.
I don't like leftovers the daughter commonly sez making her little sour pickle face to which Susan counters, That's ridiculous.
The son is no better, although he remains largely silent not divulging any information that his mother may be able to use against him in an argument.

Today Susan came home and found the remnants of something she couldn't identify in a dirty pot.
What's this? she asked the daughter.
Spicy Peanut Noodles.
You made this?
Susan looked into the pot struggling to understand, you chopped up onions?
Did you use soy sauce?
Yes, and sesame oil and red pepper flakes and peanut butter.
You cooked something using grown up ingredients?
Unable to contain herself Susan threw her arms around the daughter and cried I'm so proud of you!


Dawn in D.C. said...

*sniff* What a great gal you have there!

The Zadge said...

Leftovers give me the skeevies.

Frugal Vegan Mom said...

I react the same way when my middle aged husband makes anything besides a PB sandwich, microwaved baked potato, or frozen dinner.

Where the Fur Flies said...

Susan should be proud.

I wasn't encourage (allowed) to cook in my mom's kitchen. I had to move to Quebec and learn from a friend there.

Leftovers are a way of life for me, though. I cook 1-2 times a week and eat leftovers the rest of the time.

Sandra said...

Ok, where have you been all my blogging life? This post and you are brilliant! And I would have accused you of having kidnapped my children, but then you write that your daugther actually cooked grown-up food, and I knew my children were still glued to their electronic devices in the basement where I keep them. I noticed you don't have a "subscribe" button...how will I read you again?

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

It is a proud moment when kids learn to cook. Perhaps you can start leaving dinner ingredients for her so Susan arrives home deliriously happy, each and every day?