The Hater Gets Cookin'

Funny, just last week, my #1 hater poo pooed meals every morning, every night until he put it in his pie hole. I know he sneaks off at lunch during work hours when no one can make him accountable and stuffs his pie hole with pizza and burgers. There are rumors. He's out there being sneaky.

Lately, we have had a turning point. He seems up to the whole challenge, so when we had our friends Bob (will eat anything and rave about it even if it's a bowl full of crunchy crickets mixed with Tajin) and JR (major hater, but is coming around because he's lost over 10 el bees) over for dinner, it was a family affair.

Hater Pants (husband nickname) came home with a whole chicken and suggested I, "do that thing you did with it last time in the slow cooker." I threw that bad boy bird into the slow cooker and added about 2 inches of beef broth. I lathered the bird's exposed body with some fresh pesto and Tajin and lemon pepper.. staples to my sanity. I set the timer on 8 hours low and directed my attention to the grueling workday.

When I got home from said grueling bad day, the house smelled like an Italian villa. It made me ravenous. Before JRnBob (if you say their names quick enough, it's just one word.. typical married couple) came over, Randy asked if we should throw together some vegetables.

I'm sorry, what did you say? What the hell have you done with my Hater Pants, you freakin' alien?!?

Hater Pants sauteed a slew of veggies - kale, orange bell pepper, broccoli, carrots, mushroom (is a mushroom a vegetable?) and piled on the spices. I didn't stand over him like some crazed micro managing control freak, although I wanted to.. I needed to encourage this kind of free wheeling behavior. Go, my little hater, fly out of your bread and pasta and sneaky lunch time pizza nest.

We piled our plates with veggies and topped it with moist (love this word) chicken-off-the-bone. Bob and Hater Pants piled theirs into a 100 percent whole wheat tortilla. JR and I opted to keep the wheat off of our plates.. which is cool, we don't judge. Eat how you want.

We ate like queens.