Dinner Time

I don't know what you have to do every day, but I have to make dinner.  Every day.  EVERY.  DAY.
Chicken and avocado enchiladas.
Fajitas with grilled onions, peppers and slices of lime.
Curried lentil soup.
Spinach salad with goat cheese and juicy peaches.

Sounds good, right?  Yep.  Until you've made them a million times - a million times! - and then you don't care if you eat enchiladas or ice cubes.

Occasionally, I get it into my head that we don't have to eat dinner.  We'll eat tomorrow, right?  Noah won't mind eating tortilla chips and apples, right?  As five o'clock and then six rolls around and I'm not in the kitchen, it seems like a REALLY good idea to skip dinner.  Then Noah arrives home and admits that no, tortilla chips are not a meal.  Bummer.  I look in the fridge.  Week-old hard-boiled eggs?  Oh no - wait.  There's just enough leftovers for you.  I'll eat cheerios.  Done!