I appreciate that part of summer's charm is its lack of structure, but it's getting a bit out of hand over here. Members of this family wake up anywhere between 5:30 a.m. and 1 p.m. Rarely do we have breakfast at the same time. Never do we have lunch at the same time. And I do shoot for a dinner together, but that can fall anywhere between 4 and 9 p.m.
Also, since three of us are eating Paleo, every meal is a huge production involving cutting boards, knives, peelers, frying pans, and the food processor—which now gets washed (by hand, four pieces) three or four times a day. Since I committed to Mik that he would not go hungry on this diet—and since I also want Dex to eat as well as possible, of course—I am constantly stocking up the fridge with fake breads and Paleo granola bars and other snacks they like.
And I am constantly trying new things to bring into the rotation.
And I am constantly conducting mini-cooking schools for the kids because I want them to learn to feed themselves healthy stuff.
When I need a break from working, I cook. When someone comes to my office and asks for food, I cook. When I feel a creative urge, I cook. When I hear M.H. starting to bang around in the kitchen, I cook. And when I'm cooking one thing, I try to cook as many things as possible so I don't have to cook so often.
How can one family eat so many times a day?