<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Dinner on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/dinner/</link><description>Recent content in Dinner on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2026 08:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/dinner/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Easy Dinner Recipes for Two: The Life You're Actually Cooking For</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/easy-dinner-recipes-for-two/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2026 08:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/easy-dinner-recipes-for-two/</guid><description>&lt;p>The first time I cooked dinner for two people on purpose, just two, was a Thursday in the fall of 2002. I made roast chicken. A four-pound bird. I&amp;rsquo;d been making roast chicken for company since the late 1980s and it had always been the right thing to make, so I made it.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>There were leftovers for four days.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>That chicken taught me something I should have already understood: a four-pound roast chicken is a meal for four. I had spent twenty years cooking for four people. The habits I&amp;rsquo;d built in that kitchen did not simply transfer to a smaller table. The pots I reached for were the wrong size. The amounts I bought at the store were wrong. I kept making the same recipes and then standing in front of the open refrigerator wondering where I was going to put all of this.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>