Is that it always feel like creation ex nihilo, except with boundaries. We can eat anything as long as it doesn't contain onions or peas, isn't too spicy, doesn't have vegetables or pork in it, and isn't bread-based. Oh, and no fish. Or weird textures. Or pancakes or things with cooked eggs, like fritatta or omelettes. And no salads and not a lot of fast-burning carbohydrates.
So, now go and do a menu plan for two weeks, okay?
I'm trying to make a grocery list for Costco tomorrow, and trying with near-panic to include everything I think we might need in the next week or so, and think of things to make that everyone will eat and like, which I think at this point is still spaghetti and chicken fingers. It makes me want to just buy a few big boxes of pub-type frozen fast foods and just serve them for a couple of weeks. I won't- we'll have some approximation of normal meals- but since I would happily eat vegetables and cheese on homemade bread for the rest of my life I sometimes think maybe I shouldn't be in charge of menu planning, either.
I think maybe I should go to bed and worry about this tomorrow.