If I had a dime for every time I heard, "What's for dinner?" Oprah would be the second richest woman in the world. I used to dread that question. Not because my family asked every day, (and they did), but because I didn't have a clue!
Dinner had become so mundane, boring, and uneventful untill cooking was more like an awful chore. Dinners were on automatic repeat, Monday, through Sunday, and I'd start all over again.