I whole heartedly despise that I loath that question so much. It's a basic no-harm-no-foul question. People want to know what's for dinner, and yet that question can send me over the edge.
I have saved my sanity, and salvaged some semblance of charity toward my family. The write-on board on the fridge posts dinner each night. The rotten teens still ask the question, but I know they are just riding me, and I'm fine with that. I can ignore the question and not even direct them to the fridge, because I am sure they have already read the ding-danged board.