Back to Basics
This afternoon, while the Nicholas was playing with a neighbor and Catherine was at dance class, I stuck a chicken in the oven. I salted it and peppered it, and I dumped a bag of old carrots in the pan along with some mushy apples and a couple of onions and a few shards of an anise star. Then I made rice, and then I put a pan of brussels sprouts in the oven to roast.
I used to be able to whip up dinner with minimal effort years ago, but after back-to-back pregnancy and toddlers and pregnancy and cancer and toddlers, I forgot how.
I think I’ve remembered. And I think this “Cooking” category might start … cooking.
Dance with the Reaper 
Roast chicken was how I got through D’s youngest years. If I could put it on a cookie sheet and stick it in the oven (vegetables, potatoes, meats), it got made. The toddler got amused away from the oven, no problem. Cook on!
We love pot roast. Just sear the meat, put it in the oven, come back 3-4 hours later, eat.
Great on Sun. Especially since I can put it together the night before.