Wednesday, February 6th 2008
A Super Tuesday, Indeed.

Did y’all have a good day? I did.

My current novel in progress is coming along well, thanks to a renewed commitment to my self imposed writing schedule. It doesn’t matter that I’ve completed three novel length manuscripts. Whenever it’s time to start another one there are huge doubts about if I’ll ever finish it or if I even know how to do this. Anyway. Overcoming.

With a similar ”overcoming” attitude I forced myself into the kitchen tonight. It was hard, because after Mike read this, he went in and cleaned it really well. Oops. So I made a mess and also chicken and rice. I know. All of this drama for chicken and rice? Yes. (and no, Mike did not help cook. He can outcook me any day, but he’s out of town briefly.)

My kids are well behaved, but they almost always completely forget their manners when confronted with a plate of food they know I had a hand in preparing. Ethan-7yr immediately screeched, “AH! I do NOT like this kind of rice!” I gently corrected him. As in, my voice was gentle, but my eyes were pure steel. He got the point.

We ate our first few bites in shock. I wasn’t particularly impressed, but the three little boys were blown away by my sudden culinary abilities. I cannot remember the last time they all ate the same meal, and ate it well. And that it was ALSO one I cooked? I really think that was a first.

Anyway. I was too shocked to react when Seth-2yr and Caden-3yr got frustrated with the task of rice scooping, and starting forming ‘snowballs.’ “BALLS!” as Seth-2yr said. “No-balls!” as Caden-3yr said. (He doesn’t really have the ‘s’ sound) Normally, I would never allow my children to form rice snowballs (regardless of pronunciation). But! They were actually eating them. It was beautiful. Messy. Weird. And beautiful. Ethan-7yr retracted his earlier protest and claimed he actually did like that kind of rice, and he even ate it with a fork, bless him.

At the end of the meal imagine my combined horror and pride as three happy little boys decided they should pull up their shirts and show me how stuffed their little tummies were. My mouth hung open at this bizarre, heartfelt, spontaneous little boy display of appreciation.

So I get it now. That beats a clean kitchen any day.

~hm

12 Comments on “A Super Tuesday, Indeed.”

1
Nicole
February 6th, 2008
5:12 am

Yeah! Congrats to you on getting your children to eat. Its funny, I just finished blogging about something very similar.

Good luck on the manuscript…I’m sure it will be great!

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geekwif
February 6th, 2008
12:30 pm

“Messy. Weird. And beautiful.” I love that. Congratulations on a meal well made!

3
LaLa
February 6th, 2008
2:56 pm

I’m so glad you enjoyed making dinner. And hey, if that’s all it takes, next time you cook for me, I’ll show you my full tummy too. That’s a promise!

4
Faithfulmommy
February 6th, 2008
5:42 pm

Boys will melt your heart with sticky fingers and other beautiful gestures!! Gotta love ‘em.

Congrats on your book and all that has been going on!! I am so happy for you!!

5
emily
February 7th, 2008
6:16 am

hooray! i’m glad your meal was so well received. :) there are few things i like better than to feed people. i don’t know why. it’s just so satisfying.

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Jan
February 7th, 2008
1:33 pm

(((Kelsey)))! I knew you could do it! Once you get that big bunch of chicken cooked, there’s just so many things you can do with it, and most of them are failry quick, easy, and yummy. As for the rice balls, “sticky” rice made into balls is quite a favorite in many Asian areas. So instead of messy little boys, think of them as young gourmets.

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Erin
February 7th, 2008
3:13 pm

Thanks for your comment on PPD. I just read them yesterday and was really encouraged. I love it that your boys lifted their shirts to show how full they were. Ah cuteness.

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Shalee
February 7th, 2008
5:48 pm

She writes, she laughs, she cooks! You are now complete. Yay you!

I should send The Girl your direction. EVERY meal is her favorite at our house, no matter who does the cooking. That girl, she makes the mess and energy of creating the meal so worth while. I’m sure she would give you that same sense of appreciation too after a week of hearing, “Thank you so much for cooking for us!”

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Miss Sniz
February 8th, 2008
1:29 pm

Hi Kelsey,
Just found you from another blog and have been having fun looking around. Love your blog and cute family and that you write. I read your clean/messy kitchen post. I feel the same way about a clean kitchen. Three boys, huh? Fun, wild, wooly ride!

10
Stephanie
February 8th, 2008
1:44 pm

I love it when I make something that sounds good to me and hubby but think that the girls won’t touch it and then sit in amazement as they clean their plates. I too make a big mess when I cook, my hubby calls me the chef from the muppets(can’t think of his name):)

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Schadenjoy
February 8th, 2008
5:49 pm

I, too, love to see our (tiny and dishwasherless) kitchen clean, and I also dislike cooking. I’m particularly lazy about cooking cleanup. So I cook a lot of one-dish meals: chili, pasta e fagioli, jambalaya, etc. But one of my biggest complaints has been that I’m expected to clean up after any meals I cook AND after any meals my husband cooks (which are generally limited to pasta plus sauce from a jar but it’s the principle of the thing). So last night, I moved the pan, collander, etc. from the previous night’s spaghetti to one side of the double-sided sink and washed only those items that I had dirtied in cooking fagioli and then eating it. After everything was spick and span– except for the previous night’s dirty pans and plates–I left the kitchen. To my astonishment and gratification, hubby went in and cleaned up his own mess. Wow!

Anyway, HM, thanks for the blog. I don’t read regularly, but I LOVE when I have time to catch up.
:-)

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Miss Sniz
February 9th, 2008
9:37 pm

oh, BTW, what’s your current novel about?

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