When I was in elementary school I used to love being invited to friend’s houses for lunch. Lunch at any of my friend’s houses meant two of my favourite things; a steaming bowl of Kraft Dinner and The Flintstones.
Much to my chagrin at the time, her version of macaroni and cheese was a sharp white cheddar sauce with a buttery bread crumb topping. She wouldn’t even use orange cheese! And, to make matters worse, we were not allowed to watch The Flintstones because my mom couldn’t stand the way Fred was always yelling, particularly at Wilma.
Simon’s experience was equally as traumatizing. His dad claimed he could make a better Big Mac than McDonald’s. But Simon could never quite persuade his dad that McDonald’s did not put large chunks of garlic or green pepper in their hamburgers.
I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but looking back I realize that my mom was a gourmet Mac ‘n Cheese maker and a feminist to boot. And Simon’s dad makes the best burgers I have ever tasted.
Now that I am the parent I hear myself saying things that would have driven me over the cliffs of insanity when I was a kid; ‘I can make much better shortbread than Pillsbury’, ‘let’s take our own snacks to the movie’, ‘how can you eat that garbage?’, and my personal favourite, ‘there is no nutritional value in that meal!’
As the mom of a teenage boy, I am saying that last one a whole lot!
I guess it is the parent’s domain to drive kids crazy and for kids to eventually come around and see that their parents were right about a lot of things. So I only need to bide my time for another decade or two until my sons realize that I didn’t have it all wrong.
As I anticipate heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner for my family, all I can think is that I would kill for a plate of my mom’s Mac ‘n Cheese right about now!