I write a lot here about the trials and tribulations of cooking for family.  I have a love-hate relationship with weekday dinner.  On one hand, I am relaxed by the simple act of preparing a meal for myself and those I love.  I am rejuvenated after even just a few minutes of happy chatter from my children and a glance of contentment from Gary.  On the other hand, it is stressful.  The advanced planning is hard enough; after a long day, a commute, and probably arguing with those children about not ordering pizza for the third time this week, cracking a cookbook and tackling a recipe is the last thing on my mind. … [Read more...]