I hate planning meals. Didn't like it when it was just Ted and I, and certainly don't like it any better now that I have to make sure the Fab Four are eating a balanced diet! But, day after day, I do my best, trying other people's suggestions (avocado sandwiches are a favorite) and coming up with my own ideas (black beans with diced ham and cumin are also well received). And so far, I'd say the kids are surviving pretty well.
Even on the days that I think I've come up with the "perfect meal," though, sometimes the kids will finish eating and then look at me like there's something missing. That's when I have to improvise with whatever is in the fridge or pantry. And I must say that none of my experiments have been as popular as this (once-in-a-while, I promise!) treat:
Now, when is it that I'm supposed to start teaching them good manners?