What do you want for dinner?  It’s a pretty simple question.  One asked with good intentions of wanting to feed my family something that they would like to eat.  My husband, bless his heart, can never seem to give me a real answer. Me: Babe, what would you like for dinner? Blake: I don’t care. Me: No really, what do you want? Blake: It doesn’t matter. Me: I know it doesn’t matter, but what would you like to eat? Blake: Anything you want to make. Me: What is your favorite thing that I make? Blake: I like it all. Me: If we were at a restaurant, and you had to…