I have a confession to make: I just don't want to cook. Early this week, I started refusing to cook. My attempts at cooking for the past few weeks have been so disappointing that I have lost interest. Going to my favorite market to buy fresh produce sounds like a horrible burden. Doing dishes is outright torture. And standing over the stove preparing unappetizing nourishment is just not the thing I want to do. I am in a food funk, and it's turning into an unofficial cooking strike. My poor family!
I have tried cooking this week and the meals result in tasteless unappetizing messes. I've tried old favorites, searched for new recipes to try out new things. I've even tried to experiment in the hopes of coming up with something a little interesting or exciting, but to no avail. So, Scott and Angelica have taken turns cooking this week or ordered out.
So my solution to this food funk: Junk Food!
A life of potato chips and chocolate is not one I want to advocate (even though during certain times of the month, it's tempting). But, last night, as a last resort, I staged my rebellion by trying some all-American packaged food staples:
- Instant Mashed Potatoes
- Frozen Corn in a Box
- Ready-to-Bake Biscuits in a Tube
- Instant Gravy in a Packet
- Chicken Fried Steak
Unenthusiastically I went to our local supermarket, Western Beef, for all the supplies. Followed all the 3-step instructions in all the packages. Popped the biscuit tube and baked. Dipped some cubed steak in buttermilk and seasoned flour and fried. Something about taking all these shortcuts made me feel a whole lot better.
So, yes, now that I've done this I think I can start trying to cook homemade food from simple fresh ingredients again. Let's call this little episode my 'food fit'. Now that I've had it, I can move on. Maybe this morning I'll make some banana bread...