For this post, I'll be a typical husband and boast about doing something once that his wife does every single week. Amy's pretty maxed out at work so I offered to do the cooking for the week. She gave me a look that was equal parts relief and horror, while the kids looked at each other and wondered what the odds were that I would give up midweek and they'd get a steady diet of pizza and McDonald's.
Hey, I'm not nearly as good as Amy in the kitchen, but I'm no slouch either. Here's what's piled up in the fridge to hopefully get us through the week. I'm feeling good that the quantity and quality of items will suffice. But if you see me at Domino's on Wednesday, don't judge me.