The cooking rules in our house are simple. I cook once a day. Normally, a lunch, and the leftovers go in the fridge. If the boys get peckish at dark, they're free to nuke whatever they can find. Belle keeps a certain amount of what I call freezer-food on hand (hot pockets, etc), so they have options, but there are leftovers there too.
Yesterday, I cooked a big jambalaya for lunch. Jambalaya is a Cajun food, with as many variants as there are cooks who have a big pot. The variations are endless, and don't let anyone tell you that they have a hook on a definitive recipe. A simple YouTube search will get you a dozen good recipes, white jambalaya, dark jambalaya, red jambalaya, they're all good. Take your pick.
For myself, I like a white jambalaya. That's what I cooked yesterday. Plain, filling fare.
|Chicken and sausage jambalaya|
This morning I'm going to hook up the trailer, load the lawnmower and go to the church, where I'll knock back the Bahia grass. At noon, I'm going to put on a big pot of spaghetti and meatballs. Take some leftover hamburger buns and make garlic toast.
Plain filling fare. It's what I'm good at.