
About two months ago my son told me he wished he could have just one day when he could eat whatever he liked, whenever he wanted. ”I mean” he explained, “if I just want to make a sandwich instead of having dinner, I can just make a sandwich. That would be awesome.”
I totally get that.
I have never been a short order cook to my kids and we almost always have dinner together. My husband and I both love to cook and preparing the family meal, for us, is actually fun. As I type this, I can smell the Texas-style brisket he prepared this morning as it slow roasts in the oven. Later I’ll make a side of sautéed spinach and sweet potatoes. Good food is both important and entertaining in our house. I know I sound like a gooby perfectionist when I write that. I know it.













