I made Kelly's tuna casserole the other night. Quite a lot of chopping and ingredients and such, but I like casserole-type things, and I'm always looking for dishes to add to our dinner repertoire. I thought it was delicious (and when he got home S liked it too), but M looked at it, sneered, deigned to take one bite, and announced that she would eat it if I wanted her to, but she didn't like it. So I microwaved her some leftover noodles and sulked. (Why is E omitted from this narrative? Because there was never any hope that she would like it, so she was already eating microwaved leftover noodles, as usual.)
At that point I decided to give up. I will continue to make pasta, quesadillas, chilaquiles, lasagna, pad thai (from a box), macaroni and cheese (not from a box), clam chowder (not from a can), rice and beans (from a can) (the beans, that is--I've finally figured out how to make rice), and baked potatoes. Salmon, if I'm feeling adventurous. That's it. No more experimenting.
Oh, and I'll make pancakes.
On Sunday night, I was going out to dinner, so I made them pancakes. Today I had a late lunch (more casserole) and I wasn't hungry, so I told them I'd make them whatever they wanted for dinner. They wanted pancakes. I started to say they'd just had pancakes so they couldn't have them again, but then I thought, what do I care? what's wrong with pancakes? especially if they have fruit with them (to substitute for the vegetable they have every night, because pancakes with vegetable is a bit disgusting)? So I made them pancakes.
And really, as we reminded each other, the most important thing is that we are having dinner together so the children will not grow up and do drugs. Not that they like my cooking.
[Edited to add: I guess it's working.]