Some days you cook things because other people ask you to. My oldest daughter came over for dinner and (once again) I had made the mistake of asking what she wanted. The answer (as it usually is) was Teriyaki Strips. Now don’t get me wrong, I really like these, and tonight’s batch was really good. But sometimes you just want to do something different. So tonight, the kids didn’t get their wishes for trashbag potatoes fulfilled.
My excuse for not making trashbags was that the potatoes we had in the house were too small. So I cut them into one-inch chunks, put them in a ziplock bag (we were out of produce bags) with an onion (also cut into one-inch chunks), some minced garlic, olive oil, Italian seasonings, and some chopped fresh cilantro. Into the grill basket they went, and onto the grill (indirect) for about 45 minutes. They turned out like home fries without all the grease and were a nice change of pace. I’m guessing they were good; there sure weren’t any leftover…
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I know the feeling! Sometimes someone else wants me to make a specific dish and for whatever reason, I’m just not feeling it that day.
This isn’t so much about not feeling it as wanting to try new things and convincing loved ones that they should as well. Hard to say no, so compromises happen…
As the oldest daughter who made the request, I was more than satisfied (as usual) with the favorite meal. Thanks for the compromise Dad!
No problem, but next time you are getting whatever I feel like cooking…
I know the feeling. It was much easier getting the kids to try something new when they were still in the single digits. Now that they’re teens, they have too many favorites and are too set in their ways.
I’ve got kids all over the spectrum (mid 20′s to almost 7) and a wife that insist on certain favorites from time to time. Most of the time they will eat whatever I cook, but every so often there is an uprising and I have to bow to the pressure. I guess I should take it as a compliment…
Yo Z-Paws… Did I read that right ? Did you say that your “excuse” was the taters were to small ? Remember, No Excuses
By the way, I’m just mad because I didn’t get any.
No excuses for not barbecuing, not no excuses for not making trashbags. And that wasn’t an excuse, it was a reason for making them different. And yes, you’re just mad because I didn’t save you any…