![]() I staunchly believe that if on-the-fly cooking or takeout or meal kits are working for you, that is fantastic please keep on doing that. I am not here to lecture you about cooking homemade meals for your family. Or in TL DR terms: My kids are having a tantrum because I put out “green broccoli” (steamed) and they wanted “brown broccoli” (roasted). This situation leads to a family full of extremely hungry, extremely exhausted people clamoring for dinner in a small window of time, and lacking the reserves to take the high road about it not being the exact thing they want to eat at that moment. What’s more, dinner generally needs to be prepared quickly at the end of a workday capped off by a commute, preschool and day care pickups, and errands. Having kids has a spectacular way of both increasing the amount of cooking required of you and reducing the chance that what you’re cooking is the thing you wanted to eat. I rather like the two I have now, and I’m not hoping for a do-over, but it’s hard not to look back at that era with a glowy, rose-tinted filter over it. If it came out a little too salty or spicy or overcooked or ended up taking forever and we tucked into dinner at 10 p.m., it didn’t matter because - surprise - we didn’t have kids yet. My husband and I would sleep in on a Saturday, laze around, get hungry and then decide to pick up ingredients for dinner based on the last thing that had looked good on TV or in a magazine or cookbook. ![]() Once upon a time, I got to cook whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. This story was originally published on Jin NYT Parenting.
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