********************The on-going debate between Amanda and I here at the Old Homestead as of late has been frozen veggies versus fresh veggies. Being on the edge of poverty, I tend to buy frozen vegetables more than I do fresh because, let's face it, they're infinitely less expensive. When you can buy ten bags for ten dollars as compared to upwards of $1.99 a pound for fresh broccoli, for example, then I'm going to have to go with the ten bags of frozen. Ten bags of frozen is going to go a lot further than a pound or two of fresh plus you don't have to worry about it going bad in the bottom of the refrigerator because you never got around to cleaning it, cutting it, and cooking it. Makes perfect sense to me but to my non-cooking and non-grocery purchasing daughter, it doesn't.
As much as I would love to go the local Farmer's Markets or even the nearest produce section of the grocery store and stock up on an infinite variety of fresh vegetables, I just can't do it. I know me and I know that a lot of what looked really good sitting on a shelf or in a basket is going to be brought home, put away, and promptly forgotten about because I just have neither the time or energy to deal with it. I don't have to think about a bag of frozen veggies - I can just open the freezer door, look inside, and pick from a veritable garden of choices that require simple microwaving or stir-frying with the only effort on my part being to open the bag and pour the contents in a dish or pan. Convenience. It's a great thing.
I do my best to make sure that the vegetables have some taste to them, that they aren't nuked beyond recognition so that they become simply a mouthful of warm mush but apparently that's not good enough for Amanda. The way I look at it, though, is that she's darned lucky to get a hot meal every night! Most evenings when I get home from work, the last thing I want to do is become Martha Stewart and whip up gourmet-style meals that will make a family sit up and say "wow!". Nope, not happening. After dispatching ambulances all day, the best I can do is dispatch some meat and veggies to a pan and throw either some rice or pasta on the side.
It could be worse, I could be pulling a box of frozen pizza or some other Lean Cuisine type meal out of the freezer every night and calling it good or opening a can of soup. I could be calling Domino's or a Chinese food place that delivers. I could be handing her a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a knife. I could be telling her to make her own dinner but I don't do that. The kid doesn't know how lucky she actually has it but as I like to remind her on a fairly regular basis, if she misses home-cooked meals that much then she can always go back to Kentucky where I hear her step-Mom has hot cornbread or biscuits every night.
I'd even be willing to bet that fresh vegetables are cheaper in The Bluegrass State ...