After a trip to the grocery store and the farmer’s market, my cupboards and refrigerator are heavy laden with food to be prepared for Friendsgiving this week. As the holidays approach, I am reminded that feeding people is a labor of love for me. It’s one of the ways I take care of myself, and […]
A woman sits in a giant pile of fresh summer fruits and vegetables, happily eating cherries and peaches, the juice running down her chin.
I know that when I first started cooking for myself in college, it was usually something like boxed rice a roni or mac n cheese + frozen vegetable + canned beans or tuna or salmon most of the time. Needless to say, I’ve come a long way.
And yes, it’s true that there isn’t much in the way of compelling recipes for one and that making a recipe that feeds 6-8 feed only one instead is not worth the effort. But that doesn’t have to mean you’re relegated to take out, delivery, and wasted food.
I’ve been cooking for myself for almost ten years now, and I promise, it gets better. Like any other skill – practice makes perfect.
Sometimes I think I could let myself off the hook more.
Maybe doing what I love can be enough.
Maybe I should stop worrying so much about whether what I’m doing is the most important thing I could possibly do, and worry more about if I feel alive.
I want to feel that joy and exuberance Julia Child felt when she graduated from cooking school, and again when her cookbook was published.
And if I was full of that joy, maybe I’d have the energy for something else, too.
I recently started watching Cutthroat Kitchen on Netflix. I’ve seen it once or twice on someone else’s cable TV and wasn’t a huge fan, but I love Alton Brown. Plus, let’s face it, I’ve already powered through all the episodes of Good Eats, Chopped, and Man v Food streaming on Netflix so I need some […]
I feel guilty buying groceries now. Even when I can afford them. Even when I’m buying protein to make me less hungry on days I do housecleaning. Which is totally legitimate and dare I say necessary to my health and well-being. I kept looking at the food in my shopping cart and thinking about what […]
It’s bizarre to me that buying myself $10 of cheap vegetables can feel decadent. Maybe I’ve never been quite this poor before. In college there was student loan money every semester and free pizza at club meetings or free food left in the Fine Arts office. In graduate school I didn’t have to drive my […]