I fed my daughter a TV dinner the other night.  In my mind, I might as well be written out of the Good Book for ever.  But I guess it’s one step up from fast food; or is it?!

Some days, being domestic is the last thing on my mind.  But the kids, unlike the dog, jk, have to eat, right?

It was Mac and cheese with broccoli (which she didn’t touch), a piece of focaccia bread, and two little apple tart pockets (which she also didn't touch).  To my credit, it was all organic.  I found it in the organic freezer section at the grocery store.  Surely that counts for something!

When I was growing up, I don’t remember thinking that I didn’t like my mother’s cooking or knowing whether it was good or bad for me.  But now that I’m grown, I can count on one hand, the foods that my mother made on a daily basis.  My mom’s idea of dinner was hot dog salad, which consisted of iceberg lettuce, boiled hot dogs, and tomatoes!

Also in her rotation was tacos, bologna sandwiches, and Ramen noodle soup!

With this in mind, I can justify to myself that one TV dinner once or twice a month won’t kill my child who, in benefiting from my experience, is offered vegetables with every meal.

Of course, everyone has their own rotation – you know, stuff you’re good at making either because it’s easy, or because everyone licked their plates clean of it once (a long time ago), or simply because that’s what you happen to have in the house.

So, the moral of the story is, buy the best TV dinners you can find and save them for a rainy day (or a day you don’t feel like making “healthy” food for the kids) and plug along without too much guilt.  Look at me?  I turned out ok, despite Ramen noodles and bologna!