Sometimes I think my mother and I cannot be more different. Perhaps it’s because I’m not a mother. Or perhaps it’s just our personalities.
One of the questions my mother often asks me – now and historically… when we’re chatting is, ‘What’s for dinner?’
Of course she means, what are you cooking or having for dinner. Not asking what I’m preparing for her. We’ll be on the phone usually when she asks the question and seems actually interested.
It would never occur to me to ask my mother what she was having for dinner. Or lunch. I mean, maybe if she went out somewhere I might ask what she selected but other than that I have minimal interest in her dining habits.
Is that a Deborah thing I wonder?
Of course I don’t care that she asks that. It’s just a habit she has. Perhaps she is interested in my dining habits. (Knowing how poorly I eat – nutritionally!)
It’s really only problematic because I rarely know right up until the moment I start cooking exactly what I’ll be having. I’m notoriously bad at getting stuff out of the freezer in preparation. I mean… how on earth will I know what I feel like hours before I have to eat?
I realise if you have kids and family you’d have to be more prepared and make sure you have stuff on hand, so perhaps that’s my excuse. I shop multiple times a week. I buy what I need for upcoming days (or pantry-type stuff I’ve run out of) and then use it. And so I need to go back to the store. Rinse repeat.
And the fact that I’m slack about ‘replenishing my supplies’… well that’s a whole other bad-at-adulting post!
Anyone else a last minute dinner-deciderer?