You shouldn’t call on the same dish too frequently though; it causes memory lapse. Case in point, growing up all I remember eating for dinner is chicken cutlets. Now, they remain in my arsenal, but are rarely called into action.
By rotating these dishes, I’m able to cook stress-free meals after a long day of work that leave Husby thinking I am chef extraordinaire and me with more time to unwind on the couch. An example from this week:
At precisely 7:32 p.m., I come home from work. Before my foot hits the threshold, I am accosted by my hunger-driven husband.
Husby pounces: “What’s for dinner?”
As the arsenal runs through my head, it dawns on me that there is no meat defrosted in the fridge. It’s time for the big guns.
I attack: “Hmm…I was thinking of making fettuccini and that homemade creamy sun-dried tomato sauce you like so much.”
Husby considers: “That sounds good… Can you throw in a salad too? You’re going to make such a good mom one day. You’re always making something new for dinner.”
I'm triumphant: “Thank you.”
That, my friends, is what my arsenal and big guns can do.