Dear Humans,

I have bookshelves full of cookbooks. Probably dozens. And each one holds hundreds of recipes. And occasionally I’ll look through the colorful, glossy photos of extravagant and healthy meals that I could make. And sometimes when I’m making my grocery list, I’ll convince myself that I’m the type of person who could make those kinds of dishes. 

But when it comes time to actually create a meal that I will feed to my family on a Wednesday evening, I pretty much always make the same small number of things. Because they’re easy. Because I’ve made them a million times before. And because–though they might not taste great–I know they won’t taste bad.

Change is hard. And change comes slow. But the cookbooks are still there on the shelves. Little kernels of hope.

Sincerely,

Mr. Curt