I take meal prep pretty darn seriously. In my household, Sunday afternoons are sacred: containers out, oven on, podcast playing. It saves money and helps me eat better, but the biggest perk is knowing my meals are lined up, leaving me with one less thing to think about during a busy week.
Nothing shakes that peace of mind quite like a plan falling apart midweek. So you can imagine my vicarious frustration reading this 31-year-old woman’s story. She’s working full-time while studying for a professional certification in the evenings, which is no easy feat. To lighten her load in the kitchen, she and her husband agreed on a “leftovers arrangement” at dinnertime. In theory, it should have made life easier. But here’s how things actually played out.
