It’s not that I mind the cooking, though on days like today when I find myself spending almost an entire day in the kitchen, I begin to wonder about my role in this world. But really, that’s not the problem. Nor is the ridiculously high prices for food the problem. It’s about what I need to feed the boys.
Garry, you see, is too thin. Owen is overweight. Garry needs to eat more and damn the calories, but Owen is determinedly following Weight Watchers. He has lost about 15 pounds, which is slow but steady. I have to figure out how to feed both of them.
Does anyone know how hard it is to feed one man who needs to gain wait and another who needs to lose it — at the same time? Forget about whatever I might want to eat. I’ll eat anything or nothing if I don’t like the food. But the laddies need the right food and I am the one providing it.
Today was not a good day for Owen because I use bacon instead of ham in the dish. Really, since I oversalted the Singapore noodles, so it was no one’s day. Way too salty. Tomorrow? Back to some kind of simple chicken with a side of vegetables.
It will be a huge relief to not have to cook something complicated. I don’t know why I do it. I don’t have to. I could do something easier, but I always feel at least on the weekends I should do something special. Is that an old-time wife thing?
Oh, and I also had to cook food for the Duke. We were down to his last container. I don’t think the Duke really appreciates me.
Here is the original recipe: