Many of you have been reading about my attempts to cook something that is:  A.  Indian in nature  B.  somewhat healthy, and C.  actually eaten by my family, my two picky kids in particular.  So far I have failed miserably.

Now that I am working, I have less time to look up recipes on the internet, and almost no time to actually cook something decent.  That is why we have been resorting to things like noodles and grilled cheese many nights.  Its hard to find convenience foods here, and boy do I miss Mrs. Paul’s fish sticks and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese!  No one has been thrilled with the offerings thus far, but no one cares to give any suggestions as to what they really want.

So, it was with great shame that the other night I could manage only to cut up a cantaloupe, slice some potatoes into french fries, heat up some corn, and, in an attempt to broaden it a little, bread a bit of shrimp using nothing but flour, egg and a bit of salt.  A nasty, greasy, fried dinner was on the table and the kids couldn’t have been happier.  They sang its praises, they thanked me up and down.  They gobbled the shrimp, they inhaled the fries, they finished off the whole cantaloupe.  They cleared their plates and emptied the serving bowls, and then were saddened when I told them there was no more.  “The best meal ever”, they proclaimed, with wide grins and mouths full of food.

Of course, the next night Daddy got home early and brought a surprise with him.  My amazing, wonderful, spectacular meal was quickly overshadowed by the newest “Best Meal Ever”:  Subway.  There’s no accounting for taste.