Hungry

I can't seem to find the joy in cooking. I do, however, find great joy in the work someone puts into my Thai iced tea and some peanut-saucy tofu at a cafe table. I love the experience of eating out...no mess, no dishes, no wasted time, maybe a patio and a beautiful view. However, my lack of interest in the kitchen is suddenly bothering me. So, this is my goal for the month. Cook something.

Like most people who want to be something that they aren't, I have a lot of books about cooking. I am a big fan of Tosca Reno's Eat-Clean Diet books. I don't think my skills are lacking...I can read (in two languages) and measure, so a lack of ability isn't the issue. When my significantly-more-involved-in-the-kitchen counterpart makes these meals, I love them and feel awesome. Why don't I do it for myself? Because peanut butter sandwiches are just so easy.

Why the change? Looking ahead at my schedule, I will have 2 nights each week in which I can be at home. 2 out of 7 doesn't bode well for having peaceful, at home dinners. This means, I need to have good food at work or end up having late night dates with Roman Candle and Silvermine. This shit, while it tastes awesome going in, makes me feel fat, icky and slow. I can't feel fat, icky and slow and teach/rock 6 + fitness classes each week.

So, here I go. 30 days. No kitchen laziness. 1 meal out per week. I'll be in touch with my progress.