Usually my hubby cooks dinner for the family. You might think that is awesome, and in a way it IS awesome. But the way it came about was not so awesome. You see, I got really tired of spending hours in the kitchen and then sitting down to a wonderful dinner alone. I KNOW that my cooking is super-yummy, so my feelings are not hurt with the thought that I’m a horrible cook. But usually when I cook dinner my hubby declares he is too tired to eat, and my son claims that he can’t wait that extra ten minutes for dinner and grabs a bowl of cereal instead. So then I end up dining alone and having lots of leftovers. If I had known that I would have been dining alone I would have just made myself a peanut butter and honey sandwich.
So that is what I started to do. Simply make myself a sandwich and be done with it. Not long after that my hubby was complaining that there was nothing for him to eat for supper. Not long after that he started cooking supper himself. If he hadn’t cooked supper by 8pm I’d just make myself a sandwich.