Having an off dinner day...

I like to think that I make good dinners. My kids tell me I make good things for dinner all the time and I figure they're pretty tough critics. But tonight I failed. Merril was out of town and I generally don't try as hard at dinner time if Merril's not going to be there to eat it.

Earlier I had promised Juliet that I would fix macaroni & cheese, which I never make when Merril's home. Already dinner is going downhill. I see a whole pineapple and figure I could chop it up and have it as a side. Rummaging in the fridge, I see brussel sprouts from the bountiful basket and think, "I need to use these up." So I cut them in half, drizzled them with olive oil, salt and pepper and put them in the oven to roast. So dinner consisted of

Mac & Cheese

Pineapple

Brussel Sprouts

Oi. All by themselves, not necessarily bad. Together for dinner, it just felt weird...off...not melding at all. The kids ate the mac & cheese and the pineapple fine. I had to really coax them to try a brussel sprout. I ate lots of everything, especially the brussel sprouts. I struggle with brussel sprouts but thought they were really good this time. But as I ate dinner, I thought to myself, "This is going to cause some serious heartburn."