Seriously…we each just spent oh, about an hour and a half cooking a really simple meal, only to have our kids whine and complain about the ‘funny smelling’ sauce on the chicken and the ‘craggly’ spinach (uh, ever heard of SAUTEED?). We are trying, really hard, to be good moms who offer up homemade meals. But why is it so hard? Why among all of the trillion cookbooks out there can we not figure this out? We’re down with the hotdogs and mac ‘n cheese 4 nights out of the week, but aren’t we supposed to step it up a little, some of the time? Ugh. Dinner is throwing us over the edge. Waaaay over.
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