We have a tradition around here that Dad cooks on Tuesdays. He is not fond of Tuesdays. Every Monday the jokes start, things about "eat hearty, Tuesday's coming" or maybe offers to fast about something on Tuesday.
Devastatingly Handsome walks around looking for ideas. I always tell him to just think about what he would want to order in a restaurant but that fails to inspire. He tries to keep it to the level of no more cooking skill involved than boiling water, which is somewhat limiting.
The most common Tuesday discussion goes like this:
anyone to DH: "I wonder what's for dinner tonight."
DH back: "So do I."
This often continues till an hour or so after the normal dinner time. At which point we often go out for pizza. Works for me, I guess it's one of those family bonding experience things.
Update, almost 5 hours later. After Devastatingly Handsome asked me what I thought about tortellini and yellow rice and observed my response of uncontrollable laughter followed by, "International Starch Night?" we went to Ponderosa. | 
