Is it like that little light on the instrument panel of your car....after a certain number of miles it automatically comes on to tell you you need to change your timing belt? At a certain point in a woman's life does meal planning automatically become stressful?
I don't get it. First of all, K is an excellent chef. Rarely does she prepare anything I don't like. (Of course, she knows to never prepare me things like Brussel's sprouts or asparagus.) I'm a pretty easy (and grateful) customer.
So I put my thinking cap on and thought about meal planning. How hard can it be? I always have a ring or two of sausage grilled and in the freezer. Same with prime hamburger patties. She makes delicious spaghetti sauce a pot at a time. Some artisan bread and you have perfect grilled cheese sandwiches. Beef/chicken quesadillas....tacos....several excellent prepared frozen Stouffer's pasta dishes are in waiting....I even like breakfast for dinner on occasion. Eggs with bacon or sausage, or an omelet....Mmmm.
And then there's the crock pot. That thing is amazing! Ohh....Ohh. *idea forming in head* I'll cook something in a crock pot....my first time ever. I like beef brisket, but all they had at the store were the size of an old Volkswagen Beetle. How about a pork tenderloin? I found a recipe that called for dry onion soup mix, white wine, soy sauce, minced garlic, and coarse ground black pepper. Four hours later....
It was so tender it fell apart when I tried to pick it up. Doesn't it look good?
Served on a bed of rice or with a potato (MAN vegetables) I think it will be a winner. Pffftt....piece 'o cake.
Of course, as soon as I press "publish" and this goes viral, I know what K will say. "You think it's so easy? Fine, then YOU handle meal planning from now on!"
*Gulp* I'm suddenly feeling stressed. ;)
Late edit: Just remembered....I did cook something in a crock pot once before. A brisket I think it was. It turned out excellent. A crock pot is a sort of "can't miss" appliance.