Too Much Time in the Kitchen

Eating different foods has been great. I didn't realize how much I missed foods I never ate!

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: I've never been a fan of cooking. I've always tended to eat the easy stuff to make, like cereal, mac & cheese, pizza, sandwiches...you get the idea. Or I've enjoyed the fruits of Robbie's labor. He loves to cook. And I always thought, why should I start cooking and begrudge him of something he loves to do? (See what a considerate wife I am?)

But over the past two days I've spent more time making food in the kitchen than I have in the last six months combined. Making meals from fresh ingredients is very time-consuming! It's been taking me forever to chop, measure, toss, blend, cook, and all that you do to make healthy meals.

For example, my meal this afternoon required 1/2 cup each of chopped baby spinach, cucumber, red pepper, and celery. Robbie came in when I started, and then thirty minutes later, he came back in and I was STILL chopping. (To be fair to myself, I made two of the same meal so I could take one to work with me tomorrow. Smart, I know!)

Let's face it, I'm not adept at chopping veggies. With a knife. I almost chopped my finger off a few times, but luckily there was no blood and my finger is still intact.

Making meals from fresh ingredients has made me hope to be able to appreciate my food more. As I was chopping this afternoon, I wondered if I would ever get to a place in which I enjoy preparing food and spending more time in the kitchen. Right now I don't think that will happen, but there's always hope (and only 23 days left of the program).

Oh - and my guys ended ordering pizza again last night. Of course. But I didn't have any. I wasn't even tempted. Much.