Monday Mayhem – Food for thought

Confession time: I’m not a domestic goddess. I loathe housework. I have no craft/sewing skills at all. And…I’m not a good cook.

Seriously. I not only own this towel, but I have the matching mug.


It isn’t that my food is inedible. It’s just food prepared by someone who’d rather be doing something else. The same can be said for most of my homemaking skills. I do it if I have to, but given an alternative….

Once the kids grew up and moved out, we discovered what lazy slobs we actually are. Fodder and I can live with our own mess for a disturbingly long time. I think this is because our mess is mainly clutter and not actual filth.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Writing was once a hobby, but is now a profession. One that leaves me little time for fooling with hot glue guns. I avoid Pintrest as much as humanly possible. I don’t need someone else’s pleasure turning into my frustrating procrastination.


But I’ve been thinking about food a lot lately. Mostly because we’ve hit the end of summer rut-that dreaded time when cooking is out of the question and even a trip to one of our favorite eateries seems like a chore. Don’t get me wrong, I love to eat out. When asked my favorite thing to make for dinner, I will answer “reservations” without hesitation.

Unfortunately, eating out is not only expensive, it plays hell with the waistline.

I can come up with a half-dozen plausible reasons for the weight I’ve gained in the last two years, but I know that one of the largest factors has been my refusal to prepare my own food whenever possible.

But I’m slow and miserable and something has to change.

I spent most of Sunday in the kitchen prepping foods that can be easily converted into meals throughout the week. I’m not claiming any of these are low-fat, anti-carb, super-duper diet foods. I’m past self-denial and working more along the lines of control and moderation.

Little compromises.

We started the morning with the dreaded trip to the grocery store and rewarded our fortitude by having meatloaf for dinner. In an effort to make an effort, I used lean ground sirloin, and skipped the oven-roasted potatoes we usually have on the side. While it was baking, I poached chicken breasts to make stock for chicken and dumplings, and enough to experiment with a new chicken salad recipe. I also roasted natural almonds in a bit of olive oil to give them some snap.

I’m hoping the weather breaks in the next few weeks. I love crock pot season.

Don’t worry, I made words between all these activities. And, just so you know I haven’t been body snatched, I’d like to remind you all that we are coming into college football season. That means there’s fresh candy corn in the stores.

Bon appetite!



3 Replies to “Monday Mayhem – Food for thought”

  1. I think it’s wonderful that you’re making an effort to make an effort. 🙂 Sometimes I don’t feel like cooking simply because it’s just not as fun cooking for one, but once I started shopping at Farm Boy, I became inspired. They have so many fresh ingredients, sauces, dressings, and sides that make a meal magical. I hardly ever eat out on my own, unless it’s at the Farm Boy salad/hot bar, but I find that I can make better meals than most restaurants anyway (in my most humble opinion), and I know exactly what’s going in them. I think there’s a domestic goddess buried inside you, just waiting to burst out! 😉

  2. I actually don’t mind cooking, but I do hate cleaning up. Well, and cleaning in general. But I do like my house to look cute, so compromises must be made. I’m a shameless Pinterest hussy. I’ve gained a ton of weight this summer, all from stress eating. Maybe Pinterest has some sort of stylish muzzle I could wear to prevent eating between meals?

  3. I’m with you, hate to cook, clean, all that crap. But I do love to be creative with the glue, paint, and sewing. Joining Pintrest was both the coolest and worst possible idea! I’m trying to do more walking, but not until it’s cooler. The tomato sandwich is my go to for food, but only because we have real tomatoes at the farmers market.

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