This cycle is never-ending for me...
I cook and cook and cook some more. Then I'm bored. I don't want to cook, I crave burgers, pizza, and if it's Sunday, bigot chicken is all I can think about! I get lazy, we order out, and I hate it. We go out to eat, and that disappoints me as well, I can do much better at home with better ingredients and way cheaper, so to retaliate, I cook. And here we go again.
A well-stocked pantry is also key, but holy hell, tell that to the Big Guy, he has to haul groceries up 3 flights of stairs! When cans of crushed marzano tomatoes are on sale, he won't speak to me for the rest of the day after shopping. Or beans, or fizzy water...beer's okay though...imagine that.
Then there's the issue of actually having all you need for the entire week, this lends to not having any damn counter space! Dios Mio!
The struggle is real...
No sound advice, helpful tips, or awesome recipes, just griping! Times like these, I am reminded, there's a reason bitchin' rhymes with kitchen!
And yet, cooking is one of my favorite things to do. Something is really wrong with me. Maybe I'll have it checked out. Maybe not.
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