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Talking about My Dinner Again

It was an epiphany. No, silly, it wasn’t like like Saul suddenly becoming a Christian, or Isaac Newton getting bopped in the head with a Granny Smith. This was an epiphany of the domestic sort, of the suddenly frugal sort, of the ugh-I’m-too-tired-to-make-dinner-and-there’s-all-this-leftover-crap-in-the-fridge sort. My epiphany? The “Whatever You Want for Dinner” dinner. Yeah, I know. My Nobel is coming next. The “Whatever You Want for Dinner” (heretofore known as the WYWD, because I don’t feel like writing that out again) dinner is basically all of our leftovers from the last few days heated up and spread out in the middle of our dining room table. But the trick is–and this is important, parents–I don’t tell the girls we’re eating leftovers. I seriously tell them we’re having the WYWD, and that they can eat whatever they want for dinner. They will hear no orders to try their vegetables, or finish their milk, or stop licking the ketchup off the plate. They can choose…

What I’m Getting Myself Into Now

I keep thinking that I like cooking, until I realize that I like cooking, say, three to four days a week. The other times, I like takeout, and leftovers, and restaurants…see where I’m going with this? But I’m starting off this year (oh, ye of little resolutions!) with a vow to stop wasting–wasting money, wasting food. So I’ve armed myself with our checkbook, an expense tracker portfolio (called ‘Organizher’, by the way–because that’s not annoying), and a copy of Kathleen Flinn’s The Kitchen Counter Cooking School, and I’m trying my darnedest to plan meals, use up what we have, learn new ways to improvise. And not ask David to pick up Thai food on his way home. It’s January 4th and I’m already exhausted. Right now I’m waiting for chicken stock to simmer on the stove, and there’s bread baking in the oven (this is the fourth loaf out of dough I made this weekend, and I’m squeamishly wondering why the bread gets sourdoughy-er as it sits in the…