Made at Our Kitchen Table
Hi, I’m Samantha.
I have a job I love that asks a lot of me, a husband who also works, and three little girls: a four-year-old and two-year-old twins. On paper I am very good at running things. I manage a lot at work and I rarely drop the ball there.
Then 5pm comes.
Everyone is hungry, somebody is crying, one of us has a late call or is on a plane, and I am standing in front of the fridge with no plan. I can’t tell you how many nights dinner was chicken nuggets for them and whatever was left on their plates for me.
It was never that I didn’t know how to cook or what a good dinner looks like. I knew exactly what to do. I just had no room left in my head to do it. Dinner isn’t one job. It’s remembering who is home, what is in the fridge, what the girls will eat this week, what needs to be ordered, and which night is the crazy one. I had too many tabs open in my brain, and this one never closed.
And I felt guilty about it, which made it worse. I wanted to do this part well for my family, and most nights I felt like I was phoning it in.
I tried the apps. They gave me more recipes, when what I needed was fewer decisions.
So I kept describing what I wished existed to my husband, Anthony. Something that looks at our real calendar and already knows Tuesday is a mess. Something that plans the week, writes the grocery list, and lets whoever is home that night, me or him or a grandparent, open it and just cook. Something where takeout on Thursday counts as a plan and not a failure.
Anthony builds software. Earlier this year he was laid off from a company he had been with for thirteen years, and in between figuring out what came next, he started building it. For me, at first. Then for us.
That’s what this app is. It was built in our house, around our week, and it gets better every time dinner goes sideways at our own table, which is often.
It won’t make you a different person, and it won’t cook for you. It takes one thing off the list you carry around in your head, and it gives you a plan before you are too tired to make one.
If you write to us, one of us will answer. Usually after bedtime.
Samantha and Anthony, Georgia