Cooking—why must we eat to survive? I like the “fruits of the labor” so to speak…but ugh, I have to be in a “mood” to cook.
And don’t get me wrong, I cook even when I’m not in a “cooking kind of mood.”
I have a hectic schedule and sometimes cooking can be a long, tedious, inconveniencing task.
Especially when you’re sleep deprived.
So you’re probably thinking that I have an eating disorder or something—not true.
Sometimes I just don’t want to do it...
I cannot lie.
Ok most of the time.
I can't help it.
I’m just not one of those people that love to cook...although I wish I was.
But I’m not.
I hardly ever look forward to cooking.
No, wait I'm lying...
There have been times when I enjoyed it…but definitely not each and every time.
These moments are few and far between (haha)!
But something's better than nothing...right?
Just to clarify—when I say “cook” I’m referring to meals.
Not macaroni and cheese or ramen noodles.
I’m talking about cooking.
And no, I’m not eating alone if that’s what you’re picturing—I have a family to cook for.
And I don’t cook five days a week (thankfully).
So why am I complaining?
Because I can.J
I think we all have something we're not too fond of.
And for me it's cooking.
I love the days when I’m not a slave in the kitchen.
But I love my family too…damn it.
Sometimes I wish I could be one of “those lucky people” that enjoy new recipes and love to cook.
But I’m not.
So, basically, this blog is about my love/hate relationship with the kitchen.
Do you have one?
I’d love to hear about it.
Please don’t hesitate to tell me what’s On Ur Mind.