Yesterday, I baked a chicken in the afternoon (cut up with olive oil, salt, pepper and paprika). I steamed cauliflower and gave some plain to my kids and made a salad with olives, capers, lemon, and parsley for me and my boyfriend (AKA my husband). I made Israeli cous cous (AKA "middle eastern couscous," the big round kind). Elliot loves it with butter and cheese.( Who can blame him?) I refused to make macaroni and cheese or even a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for my daughter when she didn't want what I'd made for dinner. She could have what I made plus some grapes. (Who can say no to produce?) We all sat down to eat pretty much at the same time.
But, would I have had to have made chilled martinis and applied lipstick for goddesness achieved?