Dinner.

I spend an abnormal amount of time thinking about dinner. I think about it while I'm falling asleep, at breakfast, while I'm preparing lunch and even while I'm eating dinner. I have a problem. I'm also the sort of person who wants to shop everyday for that night's dinner. It's not that I need to buy the freshest food, I just really like to shop for it. One problem: My kids HATE to grocery shop. And I'm to blame. Since their birth, I have dragged them to the grocery store, almost every day. They know the way we go so well, that they start complaining before we hit the stop light before the turn. I won't go into what the actual shopping trip can be like. "N" is a little more tolerant these days, but it's mostly that she's been spared due to being in school. "C" is in the twilight of his grocery store going days and is in full on passive resistance......even offering to stay in the van, by himself. "Hmmm....that's a good idea, but Dada would end going to jail." So, if you see a 30-ish year old man standing in an aisle at your grocery store with a stupid grin on his face, please let him be. He's shopping without his kids. Risotto with Roasted Cauliflower and Minted Sambal: