Of course life has decided to take a strange detour again. I always seem to have detours that pull me from my path of normalcy. I am going to school part time, and have been looking for a job, which has been going so-so. I figured I'd start cooking again, but this past week I've not cooked but once. I'm so tired of eating out, whether at a local chain restaurant or a special local fancy place, I'm just tired of it. No one can cook the way I do, and no one can make me what I want when I want it. I should just suck it up and start cooking again.
Instead I dial the local pizza joint, or I drag my husband (willingly) to the local sushi place. He doesn't complain because frankly, as long as he eats he's a happy man.
I bought a bunch of groceries from a local organic co-op delivery service, which I figured I'd have food already here when I got home, so I would start cooking but that hasn't helped and I'm pretty sure the zucchini is going to get mushy soon.
I went to my mother-in-law's house tonight and she cooked for me and had a surprise for me for a late birthday present. It's a rather large cookbook with awesome pictures and recipes. I wondered if it was a sign, considering I haven't cooked, and I have a fridge full of fresh veg, and a freezer full of grass-fed meats....
We'll see. I need to get out of my funk, and get my ass in gear. Maybe this week will be better.
