tonight i made homemade potstickers for dinner. as you can see, i also made peanut noodles with stir-fry broccoli and porky goodness as well. this was a huge platter of food. partly because we have a 16 year old boy, partly so we would have some leftovers. by "some" i mean noodles; potstickers never stand a chance in this house.
after i took this photo, and watched everyone settle down to eat, i realized why i had spent way too much time today making this whole thing by hand. the kids would eat a store-bought potsticker, i know it and you know it, the trouble is, the kids are little foodies just like D and me. i make dinners like this because i absolutely love how everyone reacts. i love watching dinner get decimated. i love having kids come in for tastes while i cook. i love it when the kids friends come over and swoon over homemade anything. i like hearing them boast about how awesome dinner was. i'm an absolute sucker for their praise. what it boils down to is this: i like making them dinner because they like to eat it. my favorite part of being some one's semi-step-mom is feeding them and watching them be happy. i've always loved feeding people i love, but this? is awesome in a way i couldn't have explained before. i'm sad sometimes when i see photos of my kids when they were younger and knowing i missed that, but it feels really awesome (super-ultra-mega-awesome) to know i'm making them dinners they enjoy and ask for again and again.
i'm really not much of an evil step-mother. sure, i bitch when they don't do their chores and homework, but overall, i'm a softie who wants to make them dinner and hug them goodnight. dammit. there goes my indie cred...
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You are the awesomest mama2 ever, methinks. And I totally get the whole slaving-in-the-kitchen-is-worth-it angle - that's part of why I am as insane as I am about cooking stuff. Totally under-the-radar benefit of parenting.
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