Feeding Mr. C good, homemade meals is something I really take pride in and try to do every night. But there are some evenings I just can’t face cooking a “real meal.” On those nights I decide that sometimes the recipe that reads “don’t cook” is just right and I pull out a box or a can.
Some days you just have to use the recipe that reads “Don’t cook”
After all the work on the flower beds and doing things in the house I really needed to give my body a rest. My bad leg started acting up and my spinal cord was threatening me with mayhem. Even my eyelashes hurt. But instead of taking it easy all day and then making a nice dinner I decided I need to give Remy and Henry baths.
Neither of the dogs likes being bathed and when Remy objects to a bath it’s a full on battle. Since he’s 32 inches at the shoulders and weighs well over 100 pounds he has an advantage over this aging cripple. He’s perfect when Pete comes to bath him. It’s still clear he doesn’t like the bath but he stands like an angel while Pete coos to him and finishes in record time.
This is Remy behaving normally.
The day was very warm and I thought back to Remy’s last bath. He was perfectly well behaved. I forgot Pete was here. So I went outside with the dogs and the shampoo and readied everything for Remy’s bath.
Apparently Remy realized that bottle in my hand was dog shampoo and immediately fled to the porch. I called him cheerfully. Then I called him gently. Eventually I called him bad names and finally I called him by using the vibrate button on his e-collar. Nothing worked. I never use the “shock” button on his collar so instead I went up the stairs and tried to drag him down.
This is what Remy reminded me of when he realized he was getting a bath!
Jumping ahead a miserable 45 minutes and there we were soaking wet, sore, and not really in love with each other anymore. And Remy wasn’t even clean! All I’d managed to do was get him wet, get him soapy, and get him half rinsed! Henry had managed to stay out of the way of all the chaos and I knew I wasn’t even going to attempt to bath him.
Then I noticed it was getting to be time to make a delicious, homemade dinner.
Yeah. Right. That was happening.
That’s when I decided that the recipe that reads “don’t cook” was on the menu. I had a chicken breast in the freezer and a box of Chicken Helper Alfredo in the pantry. All I had to do was quick thaw the chicken, follow the directions on the box, and, because I still wanted to pretend to be Suzy Homemaker, I made a salad. Hey! It had veggies in it! Don’t judge!
Technically this qualifies as cooking dinner.
I knew Mr. C would be happy with whatever I fed him. He’s the most easygoing man in the world. But I still felt guilty about not making what I consider real food. And I kept feeling guilty until I read a post on Feeding Hangry Monsters that made me laugh.
This wonderful woman wrote about making a boxed pasta dinner, sprinkling cheese on it, and slicing some tomatoes and cucumbers for the side. Her kids ate it happily and she didn’t seem to feel bad about the dinner. I applaud her and I’m inspired not to feel guilty when I make a dinner just like hers!
So if you do the cooking in your house and have kids, work or a bath-crazed 100+ pound dog, give yourself a break. Use the recipe that reads “don’t cook” whenever you want! We won’t feel guilty together!
*But if you are in the mood to cook try one of these great recipes!
Mennonite Sour Cream Chicken
Andi’s Tropical Crunch Chicken
Bam’s Battered Steak Bites
Shrimp with Fettuccine in Tomato Cream Sauce
Mama’s Beer Battered Fish
Photos courtesy Jersey Evening Post, Betty Crocker