Everything Bianca

One of the "joys" of independent living is feeding yourself. Easy? Right?

Not for me. I can follow a recipe, I've proven this to myself over and over. I can 'throw something together' in a delicious and edible manner. I've done this too. 

I do not enjoy being in the kitchen. I remember fondly the days when "dinner's ready" was the only catalyst for me eating at night. I lived that way for 22 years. 

I'll go through a month of cooking delicious, wonderful meals and get fatigued. I'll stop. So what do I do? Vacillate between eating out of boxes and cans to eating food to delivered to my door to eating food cooked from fresh ingredients.

I'm ready to swing back to fresh now. It's slightly depressing I can't maintain it. When I do go through this phase I end up wasting so much food. For one, I am the only person in the house that eats vegetables. Second, I don't eat much. So, I buy broccoli, onions, tomatoes, greens... eat some, throw out the rest after it has spoiled a few days later. Eating fresh is a boon for families. You can actually eat it all. A single solitary person? You have to pretty much eat the same thing for a week to make it work, or have some elaborate leftover recycling scheme. 

Oh, that and the time it requires. Eating just isn't high up on my priority list where I get enthused about taking anything longer than an hour to nourish myself. And screw the "30 minute recipes." Those liars NEVER include prep & clean up time. Not to mention shopping for 1 chicken breast and a "side" of vegetables. Guess what happens to the rest? Garbage can.

I resort to cans of soup or a baked potato with a can of stewed tomatoes thrown on top.

I feel like, wanting to eat 'fresher' stuff only leads to a waste of money, food, and time... or forced monotony.