When the pandemic started, I made a weekly menu and stuck to it with religious fervor. Every Monday we had the same pasta; every Thursday, the same pizza. The obsessive routine helped with everyone’s anxiety: When the news seemed to change hourly in March and April, knowing exactly what was for dinner each night was a small point of control. Of course, mommy bloggers, influencers, and “clean”-eating gurus have long extolled the virtues of menu planning — it’s supposed to