Strangeness
This weekend, I was struck with the continual desire to cook and eat something. As in, I had a nagging feeling that it would be great fun to cook and eat. All day. Every day. Every thing. I spent a good deal of time in my kitchen, looking at the raw ingredients for many meals, and ... just standing there, really. I had no idea what to cook, or what I wanted to eat (Cadbury Creme Eggs aside), or even whether I was actually hungry.
I ended up drinking about 3 times the water I normally do (normal being roughly 6 glasses a day and yes, I know it's supposed to be 8-10, but I don't have the leisure time for camping out in the ladies room). Every time I got the feeling that I wanted to cook and eat, I wandered to the kitchen, sorted through my beans, rice, pasta, flour et al., and soups. After deciding that I really didn't need to be cooking and eating, I drank a glass of water. Finally I caved, and filled up a gallon jug with water to cart around the apartment with me. By today, whenever I wanted to cook, I just poured out a glass of water and stayed put.
With all this yearning to cook and eat, you'd be amazed at how little cooking and eating I managed. I made chili late Friday (they've changed the amount of salt in the packet, and I didn't realize, with the result being very salty chili that I'll have to re-cook with a potato), and I made broccoli cheese couscous that was so sharp tasting I had to throw it out (no, it was not out of code - I checked before cooking). I made pasta, and for extra cooking, I then baked the stuff with sauce and cheese. One serving went in my stomach, and the other is in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch. But that's not even quite up to par with my normal weekend cooking.
In short, it's been an odd weekend. I know that when people are bored they feel like eating to relieve the boredom, but I was busy all weekend. The only times I was ever bored were when I stood in the kitchen longing for inspiration to strike the cook in me. And there you have it.
Love and Peace (and a pinch of salt)
I ended up drinking about 3 times the water I normally do (normal being roughly 6 glasses a day and yes, I know it's supposed to be 8-10, but I don't have the leisure time for camping out in the ladies room). Every time I got the feeling that I wanted to cook and eat, I wandered to the kitchen, sorted through my beans, rice, pasta, flour et al., and soups. After deciding that I really didn't need to be cooking and eating, I drank a glass of water. Finally I caved, and filled up a gallon jug with water to cart around the apartment with me. By today, whenever I wanted to cook, I just poured out a glass of water and stayed put.
With all this yearning to cook and eat, you'd be amazed at how little cooking and eating I managed. I made chili late Friday (they've changed the amount of salt in the packet, and I didn't realize, with the result being very salty chili that I'll have to re-cook with a potato), and I made broccoli cheese couscous that was so sharp tasting I had to throw it out (no, it was not out of code - I checked before cooking). I made pasta, and for extra cooking, I then baked the stuff with sauce and cheese. One serving went in my stomach, and the other is in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch. But that's not even quite up to par with my normal weekend cooking.
In short, it's been an odd weekend. I know that when people are bored they feel like eating to relieve the boredom, but I was busy all weekend. The only times I was ever bored were when I stood in the kitchen longing for inspiration to strike the cook in me. And there you have it.
Love and Peace (and a pinch of salt)
posted by Rehkmira @ 22:16
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