What Smells Like Ass?

My cooking is well intentioned, but not always appealing

My family deserves good food. At least “good enough” food, made with love.

What smells like ass? Asks my teenaged son, as he walked into the kitchen.

Um, that would be the dinner I just cooked.

It had been weeks since I had prepared a “proper” dinner for my family.

After watching a few episodes of Cooked on Netflix, I had the urge to prepare a wholesome meal for my family. Made with good ingredients and made with love.

The show highlights how different cultures around the world prepare food and how, in our busier lives, many of us have lost touch with taking the time and the steps to prepare a meal. The narrator and author, Michael Pollan, says that we all have good memories of being “cooked for” and how that makes us feel cared for and loved.

When I have the time (and make the time), I do enjoy cooking for my family. But they don’t always like what I cook.

That “ass” night, I baked potatoes. I broiled some cod with fresh parmesan. I roasted broccoli drizzled with olive oil. The comment was appropriate. Fish + parmesan + broccoli = stink.

My intentions were to invite and welcome my family to the table. Yet, the smells turned people away. Except for Otis (our dog).

He was drooling.