They lied to me! My whole family lied to me about the corned beef and cabbage!
Here’s the story: I was sure after I served it last weekend, that Beto and Elijah liked it as much as I did, so I saved a bunch for Lucas, eager to let him enjoy the treat when he got back from D.C. from the Jon Stewart Rally for Sanity. (It sure isn’t the 60’s and 70’s any more, my friends, when they can get 250,000 people to show up for a rally on the National Mall that’s not really about anything — but I digress). I sat a big, heaping bowl of meat, potatoes, turnips, and cabbage down in front of him, feeling extremely proud of my accomplishment and knowing my best eater in the family would just gobble it down with gusto– and then I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he took his first bite. He had a funny look on his face as the fork came down. He started pushing the stuff in the bowl around like he was searching for something.
“The meat’s on the bottom,” I said. “Yeah, I know,” he said, still prodding the cabbage and potatoes with his fork. “What’s the matter?” “Uh, nothing.” “You don’t like it?” “It’s okay.” “You don’t like it!” “Well, it’s got a funny after taste.” “It tastes just like corned beef.” Silence. “Have you ever eaten corned beef before?” “No.”
And then the damn broke and out came a flood of confessions that none of them really like corned beef! Or at least, my corned beef.
After I manage to get out of bed again, I’ll consider hitting the pots and pans for another try : Swedish Meatballs are up next. I can’t miss with that one, I hope. And at least they were nice about the whole thing — they tried to hide how they really felt — it was me that forced the question, always looking for that next complement in my search for positive feedback in a world gone cold with critics.
Ah, well, another day in the life of the family cook.