Cook something. Anything.

Whoever is home first. Cook something.

Make it so when the other people come home, the house smells like food. It’s more important, in my book, that people smell food cooking than what the food actually tastes like.

When I had a houseful of kids, I wanted them to smell dinner cooking while they were upstairs. I wanted them to anticipate something fabulous on the table. Nine times out of ten what ended up on their plates was way less than fabulous. I banked on anticipation smothering disappointment.

Cooking dinner is a way of saying “I care enough about you to give you hope.”