I was so organized that dinner was ready 20 minutes before the husband and baby made it home. This was not good news for the eggs in my shakshuka, which turned into rubbery disks. It was excellent news, though, for the baby, who started doing the “eat” sign (little fingers pinched together, going in and out of her mouth) as soon as I pulled her from her car seat. Rubbery eggs and a happy baby? I’ll take them.