I often see meal planning viewed as a miserable task that women rather than men are saddled with, and I suppose that’s true. I’ve been divorced since 1994, and I didn’t do any meal planning in those days. We mostly ate frozen dinners or takeout. We only lived about a mile from the nearest grocery store and there were multiple casual and fast-food restaurants close at hand.
These days, I find meal planning helps me stay organized. I live way out in the sticks and work from home, so I can’t just pop into the grocery store or order takeout.
Admissibly, if it weren’t for my son and I sharing a home, I wouldn’t bother. I’d just eat sandwiches and frozen dinners or not bother to eat. I don’t do well living alone.
I am that rare woman who enjoys and even covets meal planning, and it certainly isn’t because I’m some sort of trad wife. I’m not any kind of wife. I’m an unapologetic feminist who pushes back against sex stereotypes and prescriptive gender roles. Meal planning helps my chaotic brain stay on target with organizing my day. Also, I’ve found I like cooking, so long as there isn’t too much prep work involved.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
