If I could have it my way, I’d spend the day cooking. I often envision a perfect scenario where my morning begins with coffee and breakfast, followed by a leisurely stroll to the grocery store. There, I gather delicious ingredients to bring home to create an incredible meal for my family to enjoy. Yes, this happens occasionally on the weekend, but my weeknights are anything but leisurely. There’s barely time to even think about dinner, let alone romanticize the process.