I realized it was becoming increasingly difficult to think of dinner ideas. My children are all involved in different activities, so fast food was becoming too regular. I wanted something that I could cook, but it did not take a lot of time and tasted yummy, too.
Granny, as she is affectionately called, is one of the best chefs I know. She rarely uses a recipe and just seasons and tastes as she goes. It was one of my life goals to be able to replicate my favorite recipes of hers, but she almost never had one to follow.
While big fans of our usual fried rice, my kids like to get creative, and as such we have made several variations of fried rice, using different flavor profiles.
Nowadays, I find myself sharing my dinner table with a tiny tyrant who throws more food than he consumes most nights whilst I struggle to maintain a shred of composure. I won't pretend to have all the answers because my walls are currently covered with a layer of cottage cheese and I recently found a sad, shriveled carrot tucked carefully into the blinds IN MY BEDROOM. What’s a girl to do?