akeyoftime | (no subject)

After a month of a meat-and-potatoes meal twice a day, almost every day, I am getting so close to having a good scream and declaring myself vegetarian. Maybe then, with two vegetarians in the household (my mother cannot eat meat because of a surgery mishap), my carnivore baby brother and father would actually accept that meat-and-potatoes is not the be-all-end-all of cuisine. I doubt it, but I am so sick of variety consisting of rice/potatoes and pork/chicken/beef. And no more hamburger nights, please. I'm allergic to the buns, so I'm faced with these two thick chunks of meat poorly disguised with a slice of tomato and some mustard. Gag me with a bloody spoon. (Like the one you used to handle the raw meat, maybe? That'd be swell.)

I love food. So how about something interesting, OK? I can only imagine how my mother has felt all these years, literally unable to eat most of the meals she cooks.