LONDON — “What’s for dinner?”
It’s a question we ask ourselves (or is asked of us) every day. The intonation varies. Some days, it’s energized anticipation: “What’s for dinner?! The world is our oyster: Where shall we go?”
Other days, it’s a bit less of an exclamation, and more a case of standing in front of the fridge and wondering, “What on earth is for dinner?” Chances are, it’s dried pasta. Add pesto and some grated Parmesan, and it’s a job done.
For all the ways we could go with every meal (and for all the cookbooks encouraging us to experiment), it’s very easy to get stuck in a kitchen rut. Everyone’s rut — or routine — looks different. For my part, there are nine or 10 meals in fairly constant rotation at home: New meals are tried, of course, but we as a family largely default to the dishes