Shhhhh…don’t tell anyone but I have a secret.
A secret that is dark.
A secret that has deep roots.
This secret affects not only myself, but my husband and my kids. This secret could be kept at home. Behind closed doors. Away from inquiring minds.
I could continue the charade. I could continue with the cover-up. The whitewash. The denial.
But I am choosing to lift the rug. I feel comfortable here, away from home, among friends…
*deep cleansing yoga breath*
I suffer from Dinner Preparation Inability Syndrome (D.P.I.S.).
DPIS is a serious condition that is diagnosed by the following symptoms:
1. Waffles for dinner. Regularly.
2. The phone number for EVERY restaurant within 20 mile radius programmed into phone.
3. The take-out menu for EVERY restaurant within 20 mile radius IN THE CAR.
4. Extensive drive-thru experience.
5. Dominos doesn’t even ask for name or address.
6. Family never asks, “What is for dinner?”
I sought treatment for DPIS. I studied cookbooks. I watched the Food Network. I went to one of those dinner preparation places…
I made 12 delicious family meals packaged in individual containers and lovingly squashed into my freezer.
That should help.
That is a step in the right direction.
Yeah for Holly!
A good plan?
No. It made my DPIS worse. I was overwhelmed, paralyzed, FROZEN by the over-abundance of food in my freezer. It had to be put in the fridge for 2 days prior to serving to defrost…
I don’t know what I want to eat in 2 days. Will I be really hungry and need more than one meal? Will my kids like this meal? Will my husband be home in time to eat it?
What DOES the future hold?
Save me from my freezer.
Stop the madness.
I have come to accept my DPIS. Everyone has their limitations. Everyone has their strengths. Dinner preparation is not my strength.
Confession is good for the soul.
Confession doesn’t feed the kids.
Confession doesn’t assure marital bliss.
Confession should really get up and go make dinner.
Confession seems to be all talk and no action…
So, here is the plan. My dear friend Rachel has come to my rescue. I have loved her Monday recipe posts because she seems to pick out things that even I could tackle. She is even coaching me behind the scenes. Sending me secret, even MORE simple recipes that I can try. I am starting slow. Just one or two easy recipes a week…
…because waffle detox can be slow and painful.
Please come visit me at June Cleaver Nirvana where no one expects me to serve them dinner.