Remember those days when 5 PM rolled around and you’d stare blankly into the fridge, wondering what on earth to cook? Yeah, that was my life, pretty much every weekday. My cooking repertoire consisted of about five dishes, and frankly, my family was starting to revolt. The endless cycle of meal planning, grocery shopping, realizing I forgot a key ingredient, and then the actual cooking felt like a second full-time job. I was tired of takeout, tired of food waste from ingredients I bought for one specific recipe and then never used again, and utterly exhausted by the mental load of simply deciding what to eat. I’d seen ads for…