I hate to cook. But I love to eat, and am a picky eater. Growing up, I’d eat anything. I never thought of myself as a particularly picky eater. Except, I never really liked meat. Then when I left home, I realized I didn’t really like rice. Or pasta. Or milk. Or most sweets. (I should be a size 0, right?)
When I went flexetarian, I realized I was going to have to cook. And guess what… it sucks just as much as I thought it would. My method is to spend one of my days off cooking two large meals, and that’s what we eat for the rest of the week. I’ve reluctantly admitted that I’m a good cook. And it’s really unfortunate that I like my cooking more than I like pre-made food.
I cook so much these days that I had to go out and buy a binder and start printing off recipes from the internet. Pinterest, Chocolate Covered Katie, Pioneer Woman, and general internet searches are my go to places for food. The other day, a friend of mine mentioned that she was in the mood for beef stroganoff. It sounded good, so I googled “vegetarian stroganoff.” I made a stroganoff with mushrooms that was so good that I almost licked my plate. The nice thing about cooking with recipes from the internet is that often other people comment on the recipe and add their two cents, taking the tweaking out of the recipe so you don’t have to!
Recently, I was able to use a bunch of veggies from my garden, which is a really good feeling. Cooking my own food with stuff I’ve grown organically feels really healthy. Now, if only I can get rich so someone else can cook for me, I’d be set!
I don’t enjoy cooking either. Luckily Rick does. I’d much rather do the dishes!
I only like to cook when cooking for someone who appreciates my hard work and love put into the meal.. 🙂 If I was living alone, I would NEVER cook. I wasn’t much of a picky eater as a child, either. Great post Doree! Happy A to Z’ing!