What Are We Going To Do For Dinner?

The worst part of parenting.

Really, what-the-fuck (SERIOUSLY!) are we going to do about dinner?

As a woman, especially as a woman whose mother is an excellent and joyful cook (she actually ENJOYS it), I expected at some point in my life I’d age into cooking. I thought it might be an acquired taste that I’d get with time. So I waited, and in the mean time I went out, or ordered in, …