It’s time for a little honesty. (When am I ever not honest with you guys?) Last week’s menu fell apart. It died a violent and tragic death. It lasted a day. I simply had too many other pressing things to do. Too many work deadlines converged at once. Too many outside pressures required my time. I put my husband in charge of pulling together most of the meals, and he gave it a heroic effort. But he’s no cook.