Two weekends ago, I went on a crazy cooking spree and cooked two different paleo casseroles as well as a breakfast frittata, in an effort to make weeknights easier so that I wouldn’t have to cook when I got home from work. That was the thought behind it, anyways.
What ended up happening is that the meals weren’t the greatest (they weren’t bad, they just weren’t OH MY GOSH I WANT MORE NOW), so I dreaded eating them every. single. day. It got old, fast. I’m not sure if I will do it again – maybe it will work out if the recipes are better – but for now I’m pretty burned out from doing that.
And I’m pretty burned out from having to cook every day. It gets annoying. Still working on getting over that.