Apparently, I Rock.

I felt like dinner tonight was one of my cop-out meals. The kind that just gets thrown together without any kind of recipe. After all, it was just taco night. Brown some ground beef, throw in a seasoning packet and some water, warm up some tortillas, cut up some tomato and avocado, shred a little cheese, heat up a can of corn, slice a few apples. Voila! It would seem that my children felt otherwise. About midway through dinner, Katy commented "Mommy, this is the best dinner. You are the best cooker." Huh. Maybe I need to keep it simple more often.