As I've mentioned a thousand times before, I make a weekly dinner menu for our house. It's always on a torn piece of notebook paper and magneted to the front of our freezer.
Lately I've fallen into a really comfortable method for planning these menus. Sunday I make some fancy dinner because I usually have more time and energy. One night we have a big entree salad, these are quickly becoming a favorite in our house. One night is a free for all. One night we have leftovers, one night we go out, one night the ear doctor fires up his grill/smoker.
The last night is casserole night.
I always feel kind of bad/lazy to have casserole night. Some part of me thinks that if I'm not pushing my cooking skills I'm wimping out. Some part of my mind feels lame for having this night.
after tasting the results of casserole night, I never feel too bad. Last night's cheesy nacho casserole topped with a big scoop of sour cream was NOT the healthiest thing we've eaten all week, but there is just something so comforting and familiar about scooping a big mixture of delicious food from a corningware dish.