Weird!

Friday was a busy day. Painting cupboards all day, cleaning house and doing a little school-clothes shopping with the girls. So, once again, there was no dinner plan—or not much of one. This isn't entirely new this summer, or unique just to busy Fridays. I just plain old don't want to cook in the heat of summer, especially when I'm in the middle of a big project that has much of my kitchen scattered all over the place.

Anyway, I did have good intentions for Friday dinner. I got out about a pound of chicken and about a pound of shrimp to thaw so I could skewer them up and grill them. Yum! I thought I'd cook some kind of nice rice, maybe grill up some veggies too . . . Not bad. But by the time I got home from the store it was already dinner-time and everyone was starving and I just wanted to take the quickest, easiest route to dinner.

I asked Bruce, Michael and Jason (who were on the computer in the kitchen) what we should have for dinner besides grilled chicken and shrimp. Jason had made some banana bread while I was out shopping, and someone suggested having banana bread as the side-dish. You're kidding! Grilled chicken and banana bread, and nothing else? For dinner?

As I start preparing the meat, we are having this conversation:

Me: That's just weird.
Michael: Well, when I'm hungry, I don't care what I eat as long as it fills my stomach so I'm not hungry any more.
Me: Well then, why don't you just go out and eat grass? :-)

Michael: Well, it has to taste good. Banana bread is good.
Me: Banana bread for dinner? That's just weird!

Bruce: Why? I think it sounds great.
Me: Obviously you are all guys.

Bruce: I think it sounds good. People have cornbread for dinner.
Me, hesitantly: Well, yeah. (But I am thinking, "It's not the same.")

I start thinking fast. I could throw a salad together, and grill up some zucchini slices. I'd like some rice, or potatoes, or something, but there's not much space to work in the kitchen, and it's getting late. It looks like we'll have chicken, shrimp and banana bread for dinner—and the above-mentioned veggies to appease my sense of what's good for the evening meal.

As I'm skewering up the meat,
Brandon: "What's for dinner?"
Me: Grilled chicken, grilled shrimp and banana bread.
Brandon: Sounds good!

Boys are just weird.