And try as I might I just can't get Olaf to just put the food in his mouth if he doesn't like the look of it. I mean seriously. I have tried force (no good), tricks (no good), bribes (no good) and talking logic to him (no good). The thing is, he actually understands that this is dinner, and he can't have anything else, but he is happy to just say "All done mommy, please scuse table mommy." And he'll be just fine until breakfast with no food in his belly. Sigh. So... back to the subject at hand. I cooked!
I knew it was going to be good when I opened the white paper labeled "stir fry" and saw a bunch of super red colored meat with (Kendra shut your ears) blood still on it. I am not going to lie, I don't much like the sight of blood either, but I do like knowing that the meat is that fresh to be that lovely red! After sizzling it up with not a single spice, I snitched a piece and boy did it have flavor! I may be hooked on this grass fed Yakima valley beef thing.
Then I simply grilled up some peppers and onion in the same pan, added the meat back in, and tossed in the good old McCormick seasoning and voila, fajitas for me! I am sure there are better spice mixes out there but I have to give it to good old McCormick. It never fails to come through for me.
So anyway, if you are ever wondering how exciting my life is... cooking dinner is enough of a storyline for me to blog about :) I pretty much rock.
PS. I even got the cheeseball to eat some steak, cheese and tortilla. Success!