Let’s talk about a daily task that many (if not most) of us share—making dinner. It’s evolved into a love/hate relationship for me over the past several years. Let me explain why. As a child, I loved to help my mom bake and cook. I grew up learning the skills in our local 4-H club, where I took various cooking classes and entered dozens of baked goods into our county fair each summer. It’s been a hobby of mine since then and one that I still greatly enjoy. But since having my own children, making dinner has become one of those daily chores that always seems to fall at the wrong time of day, require too much of my energy, and take a lot longer than the time we actually spend eating the food I just prepared. Like several of the regular routines that Mike and I have tried to …