[Harmless Teddy Bear]

I always prepared meals for my large family unlovingly. Doing everything lovingly just seemed affected. It's just a casserole.

:snicker:

At one point Youngest Daughter was going though a picky stage. DH put the food on her plate and she (in that annoying whine that just gets on your LAST nerve) said, "Ewwww, what IS it?"

He didn't say a word, just picked up her plate, dumped it in the garbage and sat back down.

She never did that again.

[Tax-chick]

For thirty years, I have responded to, “What’s for dinner?” with “Food.”
“What kind of food?” “The kind of food you’ll eat or do without.”

Sally told me recently that a coworker asked what they were having for lunch at work and she instinctively replied, “The kind of food you’ll eat or do without.”

What discourages me is that Frank and Kathleen still ask, as if the answer could be something different this time.