Why I don't plan meals

"Thou shalt plan meals" is, quite clearly, one of the ten commandments of the mummy-blogosphere. I've tried, people. I've tried. But I just can't do it. Here's why:

• Sometimes I just don't FEEL like eating what I planned, and since les gnenfants will probably complain about whatever I feed them, I'm going to make something I want to eat. So there.
• If I don't have a plan, I can base meals around whatever I find reduced at the supermarket. Hooray for yellow stickers! 
• The veg box can sometimes throw a spanner in the works - like if we have even more parsnips than usual to use up. 
• And then there's THIS issue... 

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Am I the only one whose husband has a totally unpredictable appetite? We need to set up a support group, peoples!

No husbands were harmed in the making of this post.