The left over

I do my meal planning on Sundays. Alright, the planning is done, I just do the cooking. In my efforts to maintain a low calorie, high protein diet, I eat a lot of chicken. In fact, every day for lunch I have chicken breast.

It only gets boring if you make it the same way every time, but you can spice it up so many ways.

So on Sundays, after cooking the chicken, I would put the containers on a food scale and measure it out, marking how much was in each so I could properly log it day by day. (Yes, I have to be that careful) And this always made for leftovers. My third born and hungriest son would always hang around hoping for the leftovers, which I would happily dish out. His enthusiasm was not unnoticed by his siblings, and soon they all wanted in on the chicken. But the leftovers were, perhaps, a single serving. 

Now, the weekly grocery shopping has twice as much poultry. And on the weekly menu board, it simply reads "Dads chicken", a meal they all eat with no reservation and no leftovers. They all look forward to it, they all go for seconds. Yes, I am bragging. This is a win and I'm taking it.