eventually, everyone just started cooking for themselves because none of our schedules lined up. but until around 8th(?) grade, mom would cook whatever we probably would eat. having an autistic picky eater and another adhd picky eater leaves only like 3-4 dishes you could expect to not be thrown out.
My mom always had lunch ready the day before, so regardless of our schedules, we could just heat up whatever she made and have lunch at whatever time we wanted… or felt like it.
It’s not bad, but it’s not really good either. Sure, mayo has proteins from the eggs, but it also has a lot of fat (oil), so… some lettuce or a tomato would be nice, not just water 😒. He freaking loves water, you have to have a water bottle with you at all times. That is good, I know, but you can’t replace veggies with water.
Me, mom resisted cooking when possible and understood she was bad at it. Eventually my sister and I became better cooks but by then the family fell apart and the parents couldn’t sit together for a whole dinner peacefully every night.
My mom’s cooking sucked as well, but it was either that or you eat nothing at all. It was healthy, but it didn’t taste good. I didn’t wanna insult her, so I ate it. Plus, it was either that or you go hungry.
Will someone finally explain the difference between Venom and Swarm Spiderman? Because they look the same (or would, if the Swarm had ever taken Parker).
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