Do you serve rat meat to your peeps for dinner?
Yeah, me either. 🙄
So let me ask you another question: Why is this a legitimate question coming out of my teenager’s mouth?
(I have permission to blog about this ridiculous topic from said teen, thank you very much.) 😉
Let’s back up a bit.
I was cooking this week. It’s been a while, I haven’t felt like it and I haven’t grocery shopped properly and it’s been a gazillion degrees with humidity and I didn’t feel like it (did I already say that) so when the mood struck and the weather cooled a bit, I went back into my kitchen and cleaned it up.
There may or may not have been rage. 😵
Then I cooked. One night I made delicious salmon and trout with an herby salsa I invented myself.
Another night I did a sheet-pan chicken breasts where I rubbed a concoction I invented (but was inspired by Jamie Oliver) under the skins of the chicken pieces (dijon mustard, white wine vinegar and some spices) which came out delicious and supplied leftovers for a delicious lunch served over couscous and chopped fennel and tomatoes the next day.
And on the third night, yesterday, I went shopping for meat at a store near where my girl child had a swim meet and picked up a tray full of little beef steaks, the kind you marinate and slow cook a while. (Plus they had butter on sale. Remember how I bitched about expensive butter? Well this one was $3.99 instead of $6.99 which is still more expensive than Costco but at least I didn’t have to go to Costco so I bought four pounds of butter along with the steaks.)
Anyway. The teen had to go someplace that night and had been complaining he was tired (he is a bit anemic) so I figured a nice meal with protein and iron will help him get some energy back.
Meat has protein and iron in it. Swiss Chard has iron.
I had some Swiss Chard, the red, leafy kind.
I decided to chop up the steaks and cook them in wine and an assortment of other chopped things (mushrooms, chard, onion, garlic) which could then be scooped over egg noodles, something I know he loves.
When it came time to set the table I pulled fortnite boy out of the basement and lectured him about not respecting the time limit of his allowable plugged-in time.
He did set the table while I lectured him and then asked what’s for dinner.
“That,” I responded and pointed to the stove.
“Oh I’ll have the noodles, but I don’t want any of that rat meat,” he said lifting the lid off my cast iron pan.
Rat meat. He thinks I cook with rat meat.
Where have I gone wrong with this boy? 😂