And then there are the days when you cook and cook and
finally sit down to what should be a glorious dinner and say, “Eh.”
This happened yesterday. I had big cooking plans for my
Sunday afternoon, as I often do. I try to cook a lot over the weekend—a goal
that I have long aspired to but only recently achieved. Now that I have a
toddler, it has become a necessity. Many days there simply isn’t time to cook
between when we get home from work and daycare and when Little Z needs to fill her small
but growing belly. A stash of leftovers is imperative.