So, tonight, as I was preparing dinner, I just wasn't feeling it. Do you ever have those days?
I was trying something relatively new, including cooking a grain that I had never cooked before. I had an idea in my head of what I wanted to do, I was executing it as planned, .... but it just didn't feel right.
I got it on the table, served everyone up... Took a bite... Yuck. I did not like it. It actually kind of made my stomach churn. Ugh, I thought. Terrible. How could I have made something so gross? What was I thinking? What are we going to eat when no one else likes this? Why am I even trying to eat this way!?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? I sat there, silently eating my bowl of food... not really looking at anyone, feeling so discouraged, ready to throw in the towel on the whole eating veggies thing and just make a huge vat of lasagna.
As dinner came to an end, Chris got up to get coffee, and I followed him into the kitchen to cry on his shoulder and wallow in my failure. "It wasn't as bad as you think," he said. When he sent me to the bathroom to clean myself up after all the 'boo-hoo-ing' I had just completed, I walked into the dining room.
I looked around. Everyone's bowls were empty. Chris didn't really think it was so bad. The boys ate theirs. No complaining, no groaning,... just empty bowls.
Chris even made me raw brownies for dessert. Maybe I should cry on his shoulder more often.