Since I'm working now, but still determined to not suffer the 'i work, therefore the family eats fast food death' conundrum, I've re-discovered those quaint little places where you go and prepare like, a month's worth of food, and then stock your freezer.
Defrost it the night before, and the only thing you do to cook after the third 'one of those days' you've had this week week, is come home, toss some veggies in the microwave and some rice in the rice cooker and whatever is already pre-pared in the oven. No prep time. No cutting. No dicing. No slicing. No dinner-preparation clean-up. It's all done.
This is brilliant. I even found a place that puts it together for you, so all I have to do is GO PICK IT UP! For reals! Seriously. All I do is glance at a website, think, hmm, ginger and lemon pork tendorloin, yes, mushroom gouda burgers, yes, avocado fish tacos, no, and so forth.
Sometimes, sometimes... I even order the side dishes...
Something happened though, in the second month, after the 12th pre-prepared meal was cooked and served...
"Mom, this brown sugar meatloaf is yummy." Umm er yes.
"Can we ALWAYS have this dinner?" Err err they may not offer it next month.
"Mom, this garlic bread is the best ever!" Hmm.
"Mom, this chicken is my FAVORITE." ahh. yes.
See? Suddenly, all the food on the table that they eat is... delicious. But. Not. Mine.
I'm torn. I mean, I do still cook. Occasionally.... but those comments on those nights seem lacking.
On the other hand.
12 out of 30 nights a month, food is ready for the oven!