The Weeknight Dinner Rut Is Real — Here’s How I Climbed Out of It
My friend texted me last October: “I’ve made pasta with jarred sauce four times this week and I genuinely don’t
My friend texted me last October: “I’ve made pasta with jarred sauce four times this week and I genuinely don’t
My oven hasn’t been turned on in eleven days. I’m not even mad about it. It started because I was
My friend called me last month and said, “I just made the best meatballs of my life and they weren’t
My friend Jess called me last Tuesday night, slightly frantic, asking what she could make for dinner with a store-bought
My friend texted me last Tuesday: “I bought chicken again and I hate myself a little.” And honestly? I felt
My friend called me last week in a mild panic because her partner was coming home early and she had
My friend texted me last Tuesday: “I have chicken, an onion, and the will to live — barely. Help.” And
My friend texted me last Tuesday at 6pm: “I’ve got a cooked chicken breast and no ideas. Help.” Same, honestly.
My friend Sara called me on a Tuesday at 5:47pm and said “I have chicken thighs, half an onion, and
My friend called me last Tuesday in something close to despair. “I’ve made the same grilled chicken and broccoli four