Mommy of Lincoln Place

When someone asks you if you "can cook" are they asking if you make flavorful food or if you can create edible dishes without burning them?

My true talent is not the quality or the quantity of the food I make, but rather the speed at which I am able to make a 3-course meal. My roommates find entertainment watching me defrost frozen meat in boiling water and grilling it on broil, while simultaneously cooking rice in the microwave, steaming veggies on the stove, chopping lettuce for a salad and making an apple pie in under 10 minutes. They judge my techniques yet I've never heard them complain that dinner was ready before they even realized they were hungry.

Dinner was served 15 minutes later.

But word has gotten out that dinner's are made on Lincoln Place and they have now turned into frequent dinner events. There have been Schnitzel Wednesdays, Sloppy Joe Thursdays, and multiple Taco Mondays*.

*I know. It's supposed to be called "Taco Tuesdays" but we don't like being told what day of the week we can eat tacos.

There was also a Fajita Night (from the previous blog post) and the numerous Five-AM Dinosaur Dinner Parties:

 

Growing up, dinner time wasn't an option. We all sat down and ate together no matter what day of the week it was. No matter if we were in the middle of pretending to do our homework or busy with other things. It was a designated family time that I didn't exactly love back then but which I now miss.

So though I may get mocked for becoming a soup kitchen, I've fully embraced the title "Mommy of Lincoln Place."