Last night I prepared a dish called “Hungarian Goulash” out of the Diabetic Fix it and Forget it. One whiff and I knew that (1) this was NOT the Goulash I grew up with and (2) the kids would NOT eat it. And, I was right! Fortunately, Eric liked it.
But today – I have the following conversations with J2:
CONVERSATION ONE:
“J2 – what is that smell?” (it was a nasty smell!! – I’m looking for dirty socks behind the couch)
“I think it’s that dinner you cooked last night Mom!”
not 5 minutes later…CONVERSATION TWO
“J2, come look at these flies! They want to get in the house! They know that the weather is about to change and they are going to die.”
“Or they smelled your dinner from last night!”
Sigh. Boys. Honesty above all!
So, here is my promise to my sons….
I will never cook Hungarian Goulash again! I promise!
😆 Too funny!… My kids probably wouldn’t eat it either. They are SOOOO picky!
Last year, I spent three months in Hungary, which was a wondderful experience.Thankfull, I loved Hungarian goulash, because I’ve eaten more bowls than I could count! Given, I was one of the only Americans who would eat it, so your kids aren’t the only ones who won’t touch the stuff. Personally, I love it. 🙂
-Kelsey