
One of the (many) things I had absolutely no tolerance for in my pre-baby life was the concept of make-ahead dinners. In my mind, the idea of a meal you make well in advance of eating is/was just so boring and unimaginative and so lacking in excitement. I mean, you wake up in the morning and you know exactly what you are going to eat tonight because you already have dinner ready in the fridge (or freezer, wherever). There is no element of surprise; no opportunity to screw up some challenging 100 ingredient recipe you just decided to experiment with for today’s dinner. Plus, I always associated the notion of preparing tomorrow’s dinner today with the tired, demotivated 50something working Balkan woman/live-in slave who has totally given up on the idea of making family meals exciting and for whom dinner has become yet another item on her long list of chores. Oh how the tables turn in life…
After a couple of months of complete disorganization in the kitchen, junk food dinners and accumulating thigh and belly flab, one fine day last month I finally realized that the only way Ivica and I were ever going to have any dinner that a) is served before midnight and b) does not come out a container, I’d have to do some make-ahead prep. And when I say make-ahead prep I mean the full blown ‘cook tonight, eat tomorrow’ approach. The horror.
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