I know. I make it sound easy, right? I plan my meals each Sunday, shop each Monday, and I’m ready and prepared to cook dinner each night.
Well, you know? It’s true. That has made it much easier. Before I meal planned, dinners were so rough. 4:00 would roll around, and I’d be at a loss for ideas. What should I cook? What can I throw together to make a healthy, good meal? Goodness. Running to the grocery store at 4 every day to figure it out wasn’t working.
So. I started menu planning. And it has made my life easier.
But.
There are days, lots of them, that the plan fails.
Yes. Sigh. It’s true.
This week? Did you see my menu for this week? Well, it’s only Wednesday, and my dinners for the past 2 nights have failed me.
Monday, I was planning to make Ragu’s Upside Down Pizza and report back to you on it as a Ragu Mom’s the Word on Dinner Ambassador. Because that’s what I do, right?
Except for Monday, I fell ill and so ill that dinner consisted of my popping 5 potatoes in the oven and calling that dinner. The kids could put cheese, butter, or salsa in them. Big didn’t want to even touch it. Middle and Little asked for sides of applesauce. The Huz exclaimed, “I love baked potatoes! I don’t know the last time I’ve had baked potatoes!” and then proceeded to eat 3 of them.
So, the meal plan was pushed off a night, and Tuesday was my Ragu night. I was excited. I got the camera out to take pictures to share how very easy it is to make this Ragu meal. Because I still wasn’t feeling 100%, but this is an easy meal.
And easy it was. See?
I opted to cheat on the ingredients and got a Pillsbury pizza crust.
And then my camera died, which is probably a good thing. You see, the rest was really easy—layer on the thawed broccoli shredded cheese and cover with pizza crust. Then bake for 35 minutes.
Easy peasy, right?
Right!
And then dinner failed me. I took it out of the oven, and the pizza crust had burned. Inside, it was soupy. I have no idea what I did wrong.
So, essentially, tonight, I served my family Spaghetti with meat and broccoli sauce, sans the spaghetti.
And here’s the thing. Middle and the Huz: BIG fans of that dinner. Big, however, begged for the noodles.
I am a Ragu Moms the Word on Dinner Ambassador, and this post is sponsored as a part of my compensated agreement. Next month, I’m traveling to the Unilever kitchens for some updated lessons on cooking with Ragu. It’s pretty clear that I need a refresher.
