If there’s one question that makes me cringe inside, it’s the one that awaits me at the end of every day.
What’s for dinner?
Ugh. Another reminder that I forgot to plan. Again.
It’s not like I don’t know it’s coming. We literally eat every day. So why does the task of putting together a plateful of meals feel like nails on the chalkboard of my food soul?
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