How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love HotDish
I was at a book club meeting last night, and the subject of meal planning came up. Now, meal planning to me means that at about 5PM, I open the fridge to see what I’m going to cook for dinner. It’s a simple method, uncomplicated by forethought or nutrition. It’s also the reason we go through two dozen eggs a week.
But some of my friends actually plan meals a week in advance, or even longer. Others resort to the spaghetti-on-Mondays, tacos-on-Tuesdays bit, a method that my family often used when I was growing up and one that has, until recently, given me the horrors. (Wednesday was liver-and-onions night. I still wake up Wednesday mornings with a creeping sense of dread.) (Read more…)
