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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.
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Date: 2004-08-20 04:55 pm (UTC)I have a book of what are supposed to be 20-minute recipes - in my hands, since I'm not a lighting-fast veggie chopper, they tend to be more like 30 minutes each. I tried to work on some that I liked over summer, and found a few, but . . . mostly they are meant for someone who likes bell pepper far more than I do. And they tend to call for instant rice, which makes me instinctively recoil . . . still, the idea seems preferable to another Chinese buffet.
I just bought two books of crock-pot recipes from Semi-Cost; I'll have to see if any of them come out decently.
Part of the problem is that the Spouse generally won't eat meals that don't have meat in them. :/ I'd be perfectly happy with vegetarian fare three days out of five, and it's generally pretty fast.