You all know I don’t like to cook. Baking is one thing (and it’s one thing I don’t do all that often), but cooking – no. I don’t like it. But this week I decided to take control of our eating habits. Yesterday, I made a list of dinner ideas, and from that I made a grocery shopping list, and then this morning – wait for it – I WENT TO THE STORE. The actual store to buy actual groceries for planned-out meals and not just to pick up emergency items we ran out of. (For instance, I did NOT have to buy toilet paper or milk or dog food. We’re good at taking care of essentials.) I had the day off, so once John went off to work, I went off to Wegmans. A little over an hour later, I came back home, put away the groceries, and put a brisket in the oven. The brisket had its complications, but Corey came through with a brilliant onion idea, and into the oven this giant brisket went. After the gym and a late lunch with John, it was time to make soup (chicken corn chowder), and right now, at 5pm Monday afternoon, I have soup cooling in a pot on the stove, waiting to go into the fridge for later in the week (maybe Wednesday?), and a very large brisket cooling in a pan right next to it, waiting for John to get home so we can start in with the slicing and the eating. Salmon tomorrow, ravioli at some point, and bean and cheese burritos later. Five meals, all ready to go, because I PLANNED AHEAD. Because sometimes I feel like it. Most of the time, I do not. But man, it’ll feel good not to have the dinner conversation at all this week.