If you hate Mondays, feel free to start laughing at the combination of the words happy and Monday in the same sentence.
I donâ€™t dislike Mondays. I donâ€™t dread them on Sundays or anything like that. But I do tend to prepare for them as if I am preparing for battle. That means the house is clean and tidy, the laundry is caught up, and the fridge is stuffed full of food for the week.
Last night, I was so on my game that I actually chopped beef and vegetables for tonightâ€™s slow cooker beef stew. Hell, not only did I chop all the beef into chunks, I got my sous chef (a.k.a. Pete) to toss in the herbs and spices and all that, so that all I had to do at 6:30 this morning was pull the container from the fridge and dump it into the crockpot, along with the requisite amount of water. When I walk in the door at 5:30 this evening, I just need to throw in the vegetables I chopped last night. Like I said: On. My. Game.
I wish I could say that every day is like that, but the fact is that some days we walk in the door at 5:30, ask each other whatâ€™s for dinner, and then shrug because we have no clue.
But this Monday at least, my house will smell good when we walk in and dinner will be nearly ready. Which will be perfect for a chilly, rainy Monday two days before the autumnal equinox.
Whatâ€™s new in your world and whatâ€™s on your table for dinner tonight?