Anyone can cook! (…or order DoorDash)

Sean Sutton
Dec 3
2 min read

I’ve loved Ratatouille for years, but the idea that “anyone can cook” lands a little differently when you’re getting ready for a newborn. It’s easy to picture Gusteau saying it with his whole chest while ignoring the pile of bottles drying by the sink and the fact that we can barely remember the last time we used our stove for anything ambitious.

So, in classic us fashion, we’re preparing ahead of time. Some folks wait until chaos arrives to think about meals. I build a meal train while the house is still calm, the fridge is still recognizable, and the onsies are folded in the drawer. Everyone who knows me is already nodding. This is exactly the sort of planning that makes perfect sense in my brain.

The early days are going to feel a little like that first scene when Linguini tries to navigate the kitchen—well-meaning, flustered, and moving in three directions at once. Cooking may happen, but it won’t be reliable. And honestly, that’s fine. There’s a strange comfort in admitting that DoorDash might be our sous-chef for a while.

That’s where all of you come in. If you want to channel your inner Remy and show up with something homemade, we’ll happily devour it. If you’d rather let a restaurant do the heavy lifting and send food our way, that’s just as welcome. The heart of it is the same: you’re helping us make space for the good stuff. The kind of moments that will blur together later, soft and warm, like a melody we’ll recognize even if we can’t recall every line.

We’ve had a lot of people tell us, in that kind but knowing way, that the smartest thing we can do is ask for help early. So consider this our first attempt at actually doing that. The meal train feels like a gentle place to start—low pressure, simple, and rooted in the idea that we don’t have to carry every part of this new chapter on our own. If accepting a little support now makes the days ahead easier, we want to try.

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Putting this together early isn’t about expecting disaster. It’s about knowing ourselves, knowing this next chapter is big, and choosing to make it gentler where we can. When life gets loud—and it will—we’ll have a little support waiting on the counter, still warm, still thoughtful.