Chicken Caesar salad with tomatoes.
I like that my kids will eat salad for dinner, even if Alex just eats the chicken and croutons and picks around the pesky vegetables. I like to pretend he eats some vegetables accidentally. Everyone likes a Caesar, and it's a good way to use up cold cuts or leftover chicken (or ham or whatever) if you have them.
There's not that much to say about evenings at our house these days. There's at least one kid's activity every weeknight, with the intermittent one-two punch of extra meetings and events on top of activities.
I hate to keep complaining about our schedule, because it's tedious and also seriously? That right there is a first-world problem if ever there was one. "I hate to rush dinner because I have to drive my child to his soccer clinic." Wherein "dinner" is a well-balanced, nutritious meal and "drive" refers to my own nice car and "soccer clinic" speaks for itself. I also hate to complain because I realize, or maybe just assume, that everyone else maintains a similar schedule.
So I will not complain. But I will ask, if anyone is reading: How the hell do you manage? How do you ferry everyone to and fro and keep them, and yourself, calm, sane, and nourished? And I will say this: Taco Bell cannot be the answer.