All year I have had to live in the shadow of another women, the dreaded Miss Linda. Oh how jealous I have been of her. It started with the sloppy Joes, and the ever so innocent comment from my son “These aren’t like Miss Linda’s sloppy Joes, Miss Linda’s sloppy Joes are sloppier, I like Miss Linda’s better”. Burn.
Then it was the spaghetti, “Miss Linda’s spaghetti is better than your spaghetti Mama.” And on it went. Her mac ‘n cheese, her vegetable soup, her grilled cheese sandwiches for heaven’s sake! Nothing I made could compare to that of Miss Linda.
She is the woman that feeds the children things like pancakes, poached eggs, and strawberry waffles for breakfast, corn chowder, sweet and sour chicken and enchilada casserole for lunch, and dirt cups for snack time. I adore her! Her menus enable me to really crap out at dinnertime and still not feel too guilty because by golly my kid has already eaten two and a half very wholesome home-cooked meals by then. Meals that include vegetables!
I tried to explain that Mommy doesn’t get “planning time”, grocery delivery, an hour to prep each meal, and most importantly PAID TO FEED YOU, but the assaults just kept coming. Until tonight, for the first time in the history of Christian attending the Sunflower House of Miss Linda’s Gourmet Cuisine, I did it. I bested Miss Linda at last. The recipe: French Toast (pretty much a weekly menu stand-by for Miss Linda too!) The secret ingredient: Cinnamon Bread, ha-ha-ha-ha (this is my evil laugh).
I finally heard the words I’ve been longing to hear for so long,
“Mama, this is better than Miss Linda’s French toast!”
Never mind that this was our dinner.
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