When Your Own Family Hates Your Cooking

There is a new, sad little pattern that happens almost nightly in my household and it goes like this: Me: “Time for dinner!” Kids thunder down the stairs. 15-year-old: “What’s for dinner?” Six-year-old: “What’s for dinner?” Me: “Blah blah*“ 15-year-old: “Ugh.” Six-yearold (whining): “I hate blah blah.“ 15-year-old: “Can I make myself an omelet?” Six-year-old: “Me too?” Me: Silent, head in […]