It’s a Sunday afternoon and right now, I know I should be meal prepping. I have this gnawing feeling that I should be making or assembling a salad, soup, veggie bowl, or some other prepared meal that is both healthy and balanced and yields multiple servings. This on top of something that will satisfy my strong appetite for the next five days. Guess what I’m doing? None of that. And it’s not like I don’t have all the cute Sistema storage containers sitting pretty under my sink…
Outside of preparing a smoothie and a some oats and almond slivers for breakfast the night before, I really struggle with doing meal prep and cooking in general. I marvel at the people who have the discipline and dedication to do this week after week, month after month. I’m thinking it’s a mixture of laziness and a general aversion to cooking and working with food, outside of ingesting it. I’ve never really liked it. Part of my justification for not cooking and instead, ordering out more often than I should is that I live alone and do not have someone to cook for, though let’s be honest; that probably would not change either way!
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not as though I’m ordering pizza and eating chips and other processed foods all the time. If I was, I’d look like Jabba the Hutt. In fact, I’m a fairly healthy eater. I like vegetables, fruit, grains, legumes, etc. and eat a predominately vegetarian diet. But if something needs more than 10 minutes on the stove top, it’s not going to happen. When I’m out, I’ll treat myself to some steak or fish…that someone else prepared for me, but me cooking meat? Forget about it. My stove is micro and can barely fit in a regular sized cookie sheet.
Another reason I don’t try? My success rate has not been great, à la Clueless:
I definitely appreciate good food and a complete meal. It’s just that I have no interest in personally being involved in the making of said food. If I’ve ever cooked for you, that means I really love you because that is not only a physical labor, but a mental labor for me!
So, I guess I’m wondering if I should just accept myself for being this way. I watch Chef’s Table and am in awe at their skill and dedication to the art of making, nay, creating food. Not to worry, though; Harry Pottering a baguette into an edible tree log is an aspiration I will never ever have, but I do really wish I could at least view making food as more than an annoying chore. Does anyone have any advice on how to be more interested in cooking that doesn’t require getting married, having roommates, or moving somewhere with a beautiful, large kitchen that I can’t afford right now? Suggestions are welcome. So are GrubHub gift certificates.
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