Lucas
The clock ticks past 5:30 PM, the kids are starting to circle the kitchen like hungry little sharks, and you’re standing in front of an open refrigerator with that all-too-familiar thought: “What on earth are we eating tonight?”
Beatrice
It’s a scene I know so well, and one I hear about from so many of you. The clock ticks past 5:00 PM. Your partner is out for the evening—maybe for work, maybe for a well-deserved night with friends—and you are flying solo. The kids are starting to circle the kitchen like little sharks, declaring they are “so, so hungry,” homework is half-finished on the table, and the silence from the fridge is deafening.