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I love to cook. The highlight of my month is when I have 15 or 20 minutes to myself to peruse all of the magazines we get and pour over the beautiful pictures that accompany the mouth-watering recipes. I love to cook all types of food, from savory chicken pot pie from scratch to a buttery Irish Cream Bundt. And luckily, I live with people who like to eat. And 99% of the time, they love my food. I do make mistakes from time to time, forgetting to set the timer on the oven, changing an ingredient because I think something else would taste better (I’ve learned the hard way to NOT do this), but there are several recipes that I have perfected that the family will beg for a couple times a month. 
  

I must add that pleasing my crowd is difficult on a GOOD night. I have the husband, who eats 1/3 of what I cook….being a transplant to Alabama from Arizona he wasn’t used greens with “fatback”, baked sweet potatoes, and fresh sliced tomatoes and cucumbers on the table every night throughout the summer. He didn’t like chicken in any form, and the idea of peas was foreign. After 6 years of marriage I’m proud to say that he will eat just about anything I put in front of him, save liver, of course. I usually just make extra rice on those nights, or save it until he’s out of town.
   

Donovan USED to eat just like me…no real food dislikes. However, when he turned 5 three weeks ago, a switch flipped and now he’s Mr. Picky-Pickerton. Mac-n-cheese, chicken, and boiled pasta, NO SAUCE, MOMMA compiles the list of what he’ll eat. What happened to my sweet Spud who would eat anything I made for him? Why so picky all of the sudden? And, most importantly, will he grow out of this phase? At least Jacob, more commonly known as Butter Bean, appreciates Momma’s cooking. Peas, beans, corn, rice, don’t matter…he’ll eat it. As long as it’s food it’s all good with him. 
   

So yeah…I like to cook. Anything and everything; I like the creativity and imagination that I can use in the kitchen. Sometimes it works, like my bleu-cheese burgers, and sometimes it doesn’t…like my homemade rice with broccoli and cheese. I won’t ever do that one again. Between my happy food planning I do cook regulars…fried chicken, meatloaf with mashed potatoes, and baked chops. But the whole while, I’m dreaming of the next succulent and savory dish that will hit my dinner table.

tonya 

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Amanda

Hi! I'm Amanda, a Kansas City Lifestyle Blogger, mom of two little people, social media addict, travel junkie with a slight obsession to baking and fitness.

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  • I think he'll grow out of the picky eating stage, just don't start making two meals one for the family and one just for his special likes. They say they will eat when they are hungry, and maybe he won't eat everything on his plate, but he won't go hungry as long as you are persistant with him. I have raised several picky eaters and the pickiest of eaters I raised is now 23 and she eats the most exotic stuff, things I would never eat myself. So I wouldn't worry about it too much.
  • I can't believe it only takes you 15-20 minutes to "peruse" magazines! So like why aren't you sharing any of these recipes? !?!? Savory chicken pot pie sounds scrumptious!
    • Absolutely! I'll type up a couple of my favorite recipes and share with you guys. I LOVE sharing my favorite foods with others.
  • Absolutely! You'll fine a cast-iron skillet works wonders on just about any condition. Seriously, though, I get what you're saying. What I did in the beginning was tell my husband to tell me one thing he wanted for dinner and I would make it, along with other things that suited the meal. Eventually he started trying the other stuff, and now his tastes are as broad as mine.
  • I used to love to cook, too. Hubby sucked the joy right out of it though, because he doesn't like anything, and my 5yo is headed down the same path where food is concerned. Can smacking my husband upside the head with a cast-iron frying pan work like pushing a reset button on his brain?
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