Last night I served a lovely dinner: grilled flank steak, oven roasted red potatoes with butter, spinach salad, rosemary sourdough bread. Wade and I ooh’d and aah’d at our pretty plates and happily toasted each other.

The children, on the other hand, each took one wee tiny bite of potato (with butter, even! come on! who doesn’t like buttery potatoes?!?) and made a face designed to indicate to any passers by that I was POISONING THEM with this BUTTERY POTATO and wouldn’t someone please SAVE THEM from the POTATOES?!?

And you wonder why I drink.

Ironically, I have just started writing a series of posts for the Egg Council’s Incredible group at Gather, about bloggers who are trying to help families eat healthier. My first post — are you ready for this? — is about the supercool Jenny of Picky Palate Chronicles. I’m wondering if she might want to move into my house and help me with these kids — the ones who think I’m trying to KILL THEM with a buttered potato.

You can read about Jenny here; the series will last for eight weeks, with a new post every Thursday. In between posts, I’ll be over here trying to kill my children with vegetables, because I am MEAN LIKE THAT. Just ask the kids.