tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post3019157181604686497..comments2024-03-27T05:30:07.368-04:00Comments on The More, The Messier: In Which I Chastise Ungrateful Grown ChildrenSuburban Correspondenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-23801995649900978702009-07-01T15:40:48.864-04:002009-07-01T15:40:48.864-04:00When you have a hungry 14 year old a bungie cord i...When you have a hungry 14 year old a bungie cord is not going to defeat him. A little unconsciousness would never hurt him. We tried putting a padlock on the lunch meat and cheese drawer. He defeated that by taking a screwdriver and removing the hasp. <br /><br />Stopping by for the July Comment Challenge.<br /><br />http://lolasdiner.blogspot.com<br />http://lolasvictorygarden.blogspot.com<br />http://firecrotchrocket.blogspot.comLolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17385290159403288196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-73144737596876353442008-10-01T20:23:00.000-04:002008-10-01T20:23:00.000-04:00Hahahahaha how fricking true is this. The mini-di...Hahahahaha how fricking true is this. The mini-diva aka Miss Picky only likes certain things on certain days and she changes them on whim. I'd make her get her own food, but if I even think about it something catches on fire or explodes- unfortunately I kid you not http://www.myloonyverse.com/2008/06/baking-with-blonde-tree-frogs.html and that is just a little snippet.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04692065924209100610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-696861736842161232008-05-21T09:29:00.000-04:002008-05-21T09:29:00.000-04:00When my 16 year old was 6, he would dry heave at t...When my 16 year old was 6, he would dry heave at the table for about 15 minutes at dinner every night. I dreaded the "what's for dinner question" from him. One evening while trying a split pea soup recipe he came in the kitchen and asked the dreaded question. I responded that he was going to hate it. He wanted to see what it was so I picked him up and let him look in the pan. I expected dry heaves at the very sight. He shocked me by proclaiming "Looks yummy!" I think my reply was something to the effect of..."Are you freaking serious? It looks like a pan of puke and you think <I>THIS</I> looks yummy!" I wanted to bang my head into a wall!! I finally figured out he was doing the dinner behavior to get extra phone time for pep talks from his dad who was deployed in the Army at the time. I still tease him about it though.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05873500179208442645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-27701985932227324942008-05-20T14:04:00.000-04:002008-05-20T14:04:00.000-04:00Hilarious! I love it! (followed from Sue's over at...Hilarious! I love it! (followed from Sue's over at Navel Gazing)Jainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05666481569069955190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-36772489817111333592008-05-20T10:44:00.000-04:002008-05-20T10:44:00.000-04:00I'm a new poster, brought over from Navel Gazing, ...I'm a new poster, brought over from Navel Gazing, linked from my sisters blog.<BR/><BR/>Can I just say that my own kids will DEFINITELY need therapy as whenever they come into the kitchen while I'm making dinner (as that is when the crying over what I am making starts in my house) I tell them consistantly that I am making "poop" Honestly, I do. And it makes them cry, every time.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12037317189045253523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-45155955578491469422008-05-19T22:51:00.000-04:002008-05-19T22:51:00.000-04:00By the way, Thank You for this post. I do apprec...By the way, Thank You for this post. I do appreciate it. And I love Sue, <BR/>in spite of her lack of appreciation for the delicacies that were proffered in her childhood.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-79725083085639951532008-05-19T22:44:00.000-04:002008-05-19T22:44:00.000-04:00Here it is, such as it is, the "Chocolate Treat" r...Here it is, such as it is, the "Chocolate Treat" recipe:<BR/> (Can be doubled, tripled, etc., depending on how strong your chocolate craving is)<BR/> About 1/3 - 1/2 c. powdered sugar<BR/> About 1 tbsp. unsweetened cocoa powder<BR/> Abour 1 tbsp. peanut butter (I prefer chunky)<BR/> Enough water to make a thick "paste" (start with about 2 tsp.)<BR/> Stir. <BR/> All measurements are approximate, and should be adjusted to taste. <BR/> Then pray that your kids don't hold it against you forever!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-87440996102544349282008-05-19T13:15:00.000-04:002008-05-19T13:15:00.000-04:00angela - I'm looking forward to that day...thanks ...angela - I'm looking forward to that day...thanks for the perspective!<BR/><BR/>molly - I like your mom's methods.<BR/><BR/>jennifer h - you and I both know that the only institution we need is mrs. g's Women's Colony.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-20406385871189616192008-05-19T12:51:00.000-04:002008-05-19T12:51:00.000-04:00Something magical happens when the kids leave home...Something magical happens when the kids leave home and have to actually BUY GROCERIES. Suddenly everything you cooked sounds good to them! Seriously, my daughter has called me up at 10pm to ask, "How do I make that taco casserole?"Angela Williams Dueahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05570848895164313428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-64700662814408790892008-05-19T12:14:00.000-04:002008-05-19T12:14:00.000-04:00HEY! Azucar stole my comment. LOL. That is E.X.A.C...HEY! Azucar stole my comment. LOL. That is E.X.A.C.T.L.Y how I feel.<BR/><BR/>MooooHa,ha~<BR/><BR/>What shall we do today, Brain? <BR/><BR/>What we do every day, Pinkie......TAKE OVER THE WORLD!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06027862831421242012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-26331530281120016162008-05-19T01:25:00.000-04:002008-05-19T01:25:00.000-04:00I cook in the full knowledge (an demonic delight) ...I cook in the full knowledge (an demonic delight) that my future daughters-in-law will never, ever, live up to the awesomeness that is my cooking.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Now, if I could just get the kids to understand that my cooking is always awesome, I WILL RULE THE WORLD.Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-84605677843987084682008-05-19T00:26:00.000-04:002008-05-19T00:26:00.000-04:00Veronica, the best part is that in a few years you...Veronica, the best part is that in a few years your kinds will be commenting on a blog like this one about how their mom fed them peanut butter on crackers all the time. and it won't be prefaced by "hey, my mom was co cool"Alison Wonderlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15764321314666554990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-19205619635721744562008-05-18T23:55:00.000-04:002008-05-18T23:55:00.000-04:00I believe that entirely too much fuss is made over...I believe that entirely too much fuss is made over food.Tootsie Farklepantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336671002327112885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-77422206428932908062008-05-18T23:51:00.000-04:002008-05-18T23:51:00.000-04:00I was the picky eater in my family- I hated onions...I was the picky eater in my family- I hated onions. But sister, you didn't voice that because anyone who complained about the food did the dishes. Not rinse and load the dishwasher- Mom always said she didn't need an automatic dishwasher, she already had six! So, if you complained you did the dishes for a family of 8. And Mom never bought prepackaged processed foods- there were plenty of pots and pans to wash too.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15735937453303047247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-17248171111711726422008-05-18T21:07:00.000-04:002008-05-18T21:07:00.000-04:00Is there such thing as a raw hotdog? I thought the...Is there such thing as a raw hotdog? I thought they always come cooked in those packages. <BR/><BR/>This was right on... "Because we all know who traumatized whom."the mama bird diarieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04248352454666306821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-67430042565500914502008-05-18T17:52:00.000-04:002008-05-18T17:52:00.000-04:00Oh, I know that moment (those fragile 3.4 seconds)...Oh, I know that moment (those fragile 3.4 seconds) before someone complains about what's on the table. Sometimes it even happens before, while the food is being made. <BR/><BR/>And, god help me, just because they like something last week is no guarantee that they won't complain this week. It's a shock to me that more mothers don't spend time in institutions. <BR/><BR/>This was awesome.Jennifer Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-87173011715213403482008-05-18T16:51:00.000-04:002008-05-18T16:51:00.000-04:00All I can say is my kids are probably going to nee...All I can say is my kids are probably going to need therapy for this area of our life.Texashollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17982077447405220888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-71698393951104051602008-05-18T15:19:00.000-04:002008-05-18T15:19:00.000-04:00farm suite - there ought to be a law against ever ...farm suite - there ought to be a law against ever trying to pass off tofu as cream cheese. It's culinary sacrilege.<BR/><BR/>mom2nine - I still want that peanut-butter snack recipe...<BR/><BR/>chronicler - hey, we say that to the kids, too!<BR/><BR/>veronica mitchell - you would think that peanut butter and saltines was the nectar and ambrosia of the gods, wouldn't you?<BR/><BR/>anonymous - well, then, I think you have incredibly good taste in blogs...<BR/><BR/>mrs. smith - does it? Even with the Pepto-Bismol jello?<BR/><BR/>karen - they are just all out to get us.Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-10544580692519148342008-05-18T13:42:00.000-04:002008-05-18T13:42:00.000-04:00My mom fed us wheat germ cheesecake made with tofu...My mom fed us wheat germ cheesecake made with tofu instead of you know, cream cheese. GACK. And we're not even Californian. I mean, thanks Mom.Mirihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924043596033516959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-1796128352660323702008-05-18T13:38:00.000-04:002008-05-18T13:38:00.000-04:00You crack me up. I've quit fighting and if they w...You crack me up. I've quit fighting and if they want PB&J sandwiches every day until they're 28, well FINE WITH ME!!! (is there a bitter & annoyed font? I'd have used it if there was.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-66385928314983672652008-05-18T12:52:00.000-04:002008-05-18T12:52:00.000-04:00My four year old hates cooked hot dogs. Around he...My four year old hates cooked hot dogs. Around here a "cold hot dog." Is a treat.bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01844859687652489596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-84637626112327801742008-05-18T12:22:00.000-04:002008-05-18T12:22:00.000-04:00What is being totally overlooked in Sue's post and...What is being totally overlooked in Sue's post and this one is the husband involved. I don't doubt Sue has food trauma, with a type-<BR/>A DAD who had lots of food issues and also insisted on: powdered milk, 100% whole wheat (home ground) everything (ever tried to make whole wheat pie crust?), no store-bought cereal, and miscellaneous unadulterated but not-so-tasty products from health food stores, while resisting salads, slurping half-gallons of French Vanilla ice cream every night and Peppridge Farm raspberry turnovers (with more ice cream) whenever the nearest Lucky store had them in stock. And he loved nearly raw liver (I shudder at the memory)! It was never a matter of lack of money. He died from a stroke brought on by out-of-control high blood pressure at age 55.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-80426180711660935152008-05-18T11:18:00.000-04:002008-05-18T11:18:00.000-04:00My mom is a great cook. I love to bake. Hubby has ...My mom is a great cook. I love to bake. Hubby has started to buying frozen or store bakery lemon merague pies, as I don't bake as much as I did before I went back to work a few years ago. The last time I made a real lemon merague pie-squeezed the lemons, etc, the kids didn't like it. The ones from the store are sweeter. They still like my apple pies, as hubby knows if the kids like them, I won't make him real ones anymore.<BR/><BR/>Hubby also feeds them prepared, throw it in the microwave or oven foods on the 4 nights a week I work. I can't believe they actually like frozen corn dogs and chicken nuggets. They rarely had anything that wasn't made by mom until I started taking college classes 8 years ago.mommeeof10https://www.blogger.com/profile/03611832953435781430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-9251523727023319892008-05-18T02:40:00.000-04:002008-05-18T02:40:00.000-04:00Loved the brown sugar replay by you! Where would w...Loved the brown sugar replay by you! <BR/><BR/>Where would we be without our mothers giving us Easy Bake Ovens all those years ago?JCKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04582581376724478366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-48707611043523696252008-05-18T01:41:00.000-04:002008-05-18T01:41:00.000-04:00SC, that's the funniest thing I have read for a lo...SC, that's the funniest thing I have read for a long time!<BR/>Thanks, today I needed the laugh.<BR/><BR/>I especially enjoyed this part...<BR/><BR/>"There will come a day when, every single time you put a plate of food in front of one of your children, your stomach will clench up in a knot of anticipatory dread; because you know that within 3.4 seconds, someone is going to be voicing their unhappiness with the menu du jour."<BR/><BR/>It's just so true! I feel that pain daily.<BR/>There is NOTHING that everyone in my family likes.<BR/><BR/>Now, whenever I am putting food on the table, I explain to everyone (before they have a chance to complain) that even though they might not like what I have fixed, they are not allowed to say anything about it.<BR/>Of course, that rarely stops them. <BR/>I usually have at least one child crying that I don't love him/her because I only fix food they don't like.<BR/>I have one whose favorite line is "Do you really expect me to eat this?"<BR/><BR/>My three year old is by far the pickiest of them all. He refuses to try anything new. Today, we went to a carnival, and I tried to feed him some cotton candy, and he wouldn't have anything to do with it.<BR/>COTTON CANDY! STRAIGHT SUGAR!<BR/>And he wouldn't even taste it!<BR/>I think it was really nice of me to eat it for him.<BR/><BR/>Great postJillybeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12150574987267072428noreply@blogger.com