Spoiler alert: Canadian Bacon and I have been living here in the basement for a little over a month now. I am super behind in getting updates out for you guys. Part of that is because it’s still not “done” – I have a laundry list of small finishing tasks to complete – and part of it is because I’m back to work full time, which really eats into blog post time. Since I’m on vacation this week, I’m going to try to rectify that issue and get some updates out. It looks great down here!
So one of the tasks we do here is cook nightly for Meemaw and Sugarbandit. This quickly devolved into cooking for SB only, as Meemaw is highly hesitant to try anything new and pretty much lives on fast food. Our family was under the (mistaken) assumption that she was eating so much fast food because she couldn’t stand to cook for very long…. oh, no, it has become abundantly clear that she just prefers McDonald’s to home cooking.
It is a nightly ritual that she fixes SB his sweet tea and gives him his medicines and then goes and sits on the couch while the 3 of us eat at the table by ourselves. It’s also a nightly ritual that SB complains about her refusing to eat and refusing to sit with us. CB and I, at this point, just find the whole thing rather ludicrous and hilarious. The absolute best was when I made baked chicken last week (which is one of her specialties) and she went and ordered McNuggets instead.
So tonight the idea for “What Will Meemaw Eat?” was born. I told CB over dinner, “I should start recording what Meemaw will eat, or even try,” since I think it’s so little. He got a chuckle out of it and agreed. I thought the family might find it particularly humorous too, so this feature was born.
Tonight’s Menu –
chicken alfredo with peas
fresh green beans (which she cooked several days ago and I warmed up)
I knew we were in for trouble when Meemaw asked what I was cooking and I told her, and she went “What’s that?” to which I responded “It’s like mac & cheese with chicken,” and I got her signature “YUUUUCCCK” noise. The woman loves chicken and mac & cheese. Later on, she made sure to tell me “I don’t like pasta stuff.”
She tried a spoonful, wrinkled her nose, refused the green beans and crescent rolls, commented “YUUUUCKK – did you put peas in it?!” in an appalled tone. After that, she informed me that we can get a hamburger at McDonald’s after we drop SB off for his sleep study.