Sometimes it’s the simple questions that get right to the heart of the matter.
What’s the hardest part of cooking?
– Curious in Chicago
Today I stood in the supermarket, staring at the produce aisle. I didn’t know what to buy because I couldn’t come up with a creative meal idea for the life of me.
And there’s your answer: planning meals.
You see, I really do enjoy cooking. I like seeing a meal go from idea to completion in less than an hour, because there are plenty of days where that’s the only closure and completion that I get; my writing projects can go on for weeks or even months. But sometimes I think that if I have to come up with another #%^*#%^ meal, I’m going to scream.
You’d think that this lovely archive of meals would be a good place to look for Tuesday’s dinner, but you’d be wrong. I want to make things that are new and different and earn me a thumbs up from the family, not an eye roll or “this again?” That part is never easy.
So what do I do? I jot down recipes when I think of them. I print recipes when I spot them. But there are still those days.
And this, my dear friends, is why take-out exists. It’s not my everyday solution, but sometimes it’s an absolute sanity saver.