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I love cooking. I have been cooking since I was a young girl. When I was growing up, my mom worked, and we had four kids in our family. To help her out, I would get dinner going before she got home. We eventually had a "rule" that whoever cooked, didn't have to do the dishes!
As I was raising my own children, so much revolved around mealtime. We were a routine family. Naptime, mealtime, bathtime were all on schedule. As a stay-at-home-mom, I had dinner on the table by 5:00 almost every night. (For that matter, I still do!) Dinner was, and still is, the main event in our house.
My son Ethan lives an hour away, and he comes home most weekends to do laundry and get a home-cooked meal. This weekend he wanted to eat and head back to his apartment earlier than usual.
This meant eating before 5:00. This meant I had to think about the timing. This meant that I had baked a cherry pie, made baked ziti for the take-back meal, and had steaks marinating before 11:00!
I don't know what I am going to at 5:00 when it will be "dinnertime"! And I thought the time change was bad enough today!
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