“What’s for dinner?” I hate this question.
It triggers my culinary insecurities.
Other than the armadillo egg incident when I almost burnt my husband’s tongue off, he never complains. My sons…not so much.
Last week I made spaghetti pie. My son saw it, cried, ran outside and pled with neighbors to let him move in.
I haven’t mastered cooking (yet). But, I figured out how to minimize my stress with answering that annoying question.
Ta-da! I give you my weekly dinner menu.
I printed this Pinterest free template and framed it in glass.
Every Sunday, I use a dry erase marker to write dinner for the week.
I keep it visible so my husband can see it (and not ask).
I decide what to make once, instead of seven times, each week. The less decisions, the better!
By Adrienne Parkhurst — Decision Fatigued
