Thanks to the persuasive powers of social media, a few years ago we eagerly adopted #TacoTuesday and now look forward to a special - yet, oh so simple - themed dinner once a week on an otherwise ordinary weeknight.
It’s one of the many food rituals we’ve put into place over the years, and while I didn’t grow up with many of them in my own home childhood home, the same cannot be said for the family Rob was raised in. For example, when we first started dating he used to go to his parent’s house for dinner every Thursday night. Spaghetti was always, always, always on the menu that day of the week, and his mother would alternate between two toppings: one week she would serve a traditional meat sauce and the next would be beef meatballs bathing in a simple stovetop tomato sauce. When it was meatball week, each eater would get five on his plate, no more and no less, and she made sure there were leftovers for Rob to bring home for his work lunch the next day. He was 31 years old and his mother packed him a lunch even though he no longer lived with her. I knew right away this was a family I wanted to be a part of.