I'm always comforted by having a weekly dinner-menu plan in my back pocket. Even if I change my mind about what we're eating, or the order in which we eat it, it's good to know what's in the plan and that we have the ingredients in the house to make those dishes.
That said, I haven't had a menu plan in four weeks. Four weeks ago today, I was in the hospital for major surgery. Thanks to my hardworking family and many wonderful friends and relatives, I haven't had to worry too much about dinner. I can cook it again, as long as someone else retrieves ingredients or equipment that is stored below waist level (it's also easier if someone else does the oven work. I'm not bending too comfortably just yet.) But it's lovely to be able to cook again.
Yesterday, Middle Sister asked if her friend could come over for dinner tonight. Not a problem. This morning I texted her while she was on the school bus to ask if her friend was, indeed, coming--just so I could get a head count for dinner. When she answered "yes," I replied, "Any requests?"
"Food."
Maybe that's a compliment to my cooking (does it all really taste so good that you're happy for whatever I serve you?)--but in some ways, it's frustrating. Food is a big part of how I love my family. I enjoy making dinners that they like to eat. And sometimes I'd like to know what they'd like to eat.
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