As you know, I am not the greatest cook. My proper southern baby girl has now decided that she needs to remind me of that fact. I make her favorite food, meatballs. She doesn't eat them. I ask, why? "Mommy, they are too bad." The chicken and dumplings. "Mommy, they are too bad." That is fine, but the expression of disgust on her face really hits home the fact that she hates my cooking. Luckily, I can't mess up spaghetti out of a box and sauce out of a can, or she might starve. If anyone can replicate the meatball recipe at Firehouse Subs, let me know. They get a rating of "I LOVE MEATBALLS!!!" Squeal of glee included.