One of the reasons I decided to be the cook in this household was to ensure that there would always be vegetables for dinner. However, our dinners don't tend to have a lot of fresh vegetables in them, and this is why - I've been cooking guy food.
Apart from the odd (meat-based) salad, and stir fries when I can't be bothered going through any more cooking books, I've found myself making mostly stodgy cheesey dishes. Those're the things that the boy likes and comments on. I like them too, otherwise I wouldn't continue risking my lactose-intolerant tummy's several times a week.
But really, there has to be more clean, green stuff in our diets. That's why I'm resisting the idea of adding cauliflower cheese to the menu; sometimes vegetables ought to be just naked.
The boy brought home Sin City last weekend. I'd already read many reviews and knew what to expect - violent stories told with a testosterone-y twist. I was absolutely right. Two things about this movie stand out:
- a scene in which a psycho cannibal murderer, played by Elijah Wood, is tied to a tree trunk. His limbs have been lopped off and his own dog about to devour him.
- the actress who plays Rory in Gilmour Girls as a streetwalker turned tattletale.
It wasn't a bad movie; it certainly wasn't a boring movie. But it really wasn't a nice movie.