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omorkaThis whole not-cooking-regularly thing is really pissing me off.
On workdays, I rarely get to cook because I don't get to leave work until 5:00 or 5:30 (having gotten there at 7:00 am) and am usually too wiped to get my ass together and boil water. But I am acutely conscious that eating out constantly is one of the reasons I'm heavier than I should be - it's very hard to get food that both tastes decent and is reasonably healthy out. Moreover, and perhaps more important, it's a part of my kitchen-witchery that the process of preparing food is extremely important to me, to the point of being a spiritual practice.
At the moment, I'm making a meal that isn't really homemade, even though I'm cooking it here at the apartment. Boneless, skinless chicken breasts (from an IQF bag) marinated all day in store-bought Italian dressing, grilled on the little indoor grill pan, with pasta dressed with Middle Market pesto. Pretty much all store-bought and thrown together. And yet, I feel much better about it than any other meal I've eaten this week.
There's a tray of pre-cut stir-fry vegetables in the refrigerator - also from Middle Market - that will become another not-really-homemade meal either tomorrow or Saturday. Again, I feel really bad about using storeboughts and precuts - but it's better than eating out again.
On workdays, I rarely get to cook because I don't get to leave work until 5:00 or 5:30 (having gotten there at 7:00 am) and am usually too wiped to get my ass together and boil water. But I am acutely conscious that eating out constantly is one of the reasons I'm heavier than I should be - it's very hard to get food that both tastes decent and is reasonably healthy out. Moreover, and perhaps more important, it's a part of my kitchen-witchery that the process of preparing food is extremely important to me, to the point of being a spiritual practice.
At the moment, I'm making a meal that isn't really homemade, even though I'm cooking it here at the apartment. Boneless, skinless chicken breasts (from an IQF bag) marinated all day in store-bought Italian dressing, grilled on the little indoor grill pan, with pasta dressed with Middle Market pesto. Pretty much all store-bought and thrown together. And yet, I feel much better about it than any other meal I've eaten this week.
There's a tray of pre-cut stir-fry vegetables in the refrigerator - also from Middle Market - that will become another not-really-homemade meal either tomorrow or Saturday. Again, I feel really bad about using storeboughts and precuts - but it's better than eating out again.
