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Yes, Chef!

 Back before kids, when we had a tv and time for watching, some of my favorite shows were cooking shows.  I loved seeing what contestants came up with in the various competitions.  I thought Gordon Ramsey was a little bit much, but otherwise I was a total sucker for anything cooking related.  I found inspiration from those shows for my own cooking, which I thoroughly enjoyed.  

Fast forward seven years and four kids.  

Gordon Ramsey looks like a good natured grandma compared to my crew.  My one-year-old can out Ramsey, Gordon Ramsey.  She literally spit her dinner in my face because it was, to her standards, sub par.  These critics are no joke.  

I've been told, by people who don't live under our roof, that my food is edible.  But for those whom I birthed, survey says....no.   The only thing I can get a 100% success rate on is watermelon.  Watermelon.  That I cut.  And serve.  That's it.  Well, my friends, watermelon season is over.  The next nine months are going to be rough.

So wish me luck and say a little prayer.  Maybe the kids will discover potatoes aren't the devil this winter, we will find a pizza topping that everyone likes, a smoothie that doesn't deserve to be dumped on the floor, and a chicken recipe that doesn't end with someone in tears.  It's a lot to ask.  Maybe watermelon season could just start a little earlier.  

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