What the friggin’ heck is wrong with us MOMs?! Seriously, this is a cry for help – take me out for a cup of tea and talk some sense into me…and I’ll do the same for you.
What I’m bloggin’ about here is our insane shame over things-not-home-made. Damn you media-marketing-health-sport-industries. Given, childhood obesity rates are on the increase. Given, trans fats aren’t good (though I am completely sure I grew up eating trans fats and I don’t have a third nipple). Given, that homemade tastes better. Darn-it-all-I-GIVE!
We are a community of “outside the box”. My kids have only ever eaten Kraft Dinner at Grandma’s house (and she also gave me the trans fats…and still she’s not in jail for these crimes – go figure). I spent hours last week making homemade spinach and cheese triangles. (Spanakopeta if you’re Greek – I’m not – so it’s spinach and cheese chez nous). I also made-from-scratch mushroom onion cigars. Add in 3 home-made (no, wait 4) desserts for various events. And that’s what I call Friday.
What am I thinking? I could have easily bought something out of a box and popped it in the oven. But oh…the guilt! I was at another Mom’s house over the weekend, and she home-made everything too (plus froze a few things home-made for later in the week). God love us all.
Would June Cleaver be proud? Shamed? Did Beaver and Wally even care that every friggin’ apple pie was home-made? I resent home-made yet am dedicated to it. And I feel guilty when – once every other week – when – I pull out “boxed”-all-white-meat-chicken-nuggets for dinner for Thing 1 and Thing 2.
Are we throwing it back to June Cleaver – eating outside the box but boxing ourselves in the kitchen? What exactly are we doing?