The Week's Dinners. Planned on Sunday.
4pm dinner panic used to happen five nights a week. Same brain, same fridge stare, same "what do we have, who won't eat it, is it fast enough" — every single night.
This week I solved it once. Sunday, coffee still hot, 15 minutes. Claude checked my real calendar first (connected back in Episode 3) — turned out every night had something after 3, but nothing ran past 5:30.
Then five dinners for six kids, two adults, two picky eaters — no fresh herbs, nothing fancy. Claude suggested kielbasa. Wrong region. Swapped it for chicken apple sausage, said why, and it remembered. Then it built the…
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