It soothes me, calms me, destresses me, makes me a happy camper.
In fact, my family laughs at me and rolls their eyes on the occasions when I shoo them all out of the kitchen, tell them I’m invoking the cone of silence, flip on my own tunes to drown out the noise from the house, and pull out the baking supplies. They laugh, oh yes, but they all know to avoid me and let me be, because if they do there will be wondrous treats at the end. And if they don’t? Well. Let’s just say they know better than that.
And when I’m in a super fabulous mood, I attempt glorious and elaborate dishes. And they come out amazing (mostly), and we are all happy.
All that being said? When I hit maximum overload… you know the times – the ones where you feel “on the verge” pretty much every moment of the day and are barely hanging on like the kitten in that silly poster – I don’t want to cook. Not only that? I don’t even want to THINK ABOUT dinner.
Those are the times when we do take-out. Lots of take-out.
I fear that we’ve been doing that more and more of late, and I worry about the nutrition factor of it all. I try to go for healthy things when I can (rotisserie chicken from publix, pollo tropical, whatever i can find with lots of veggies), but I am still wracked with guilt (thanks mom-who-prepared-well-balanced-completely-from-scratch-meals-for-99%-of-my-childhood. thanks for setting the bar WAAAAAAAY too high).
Anyone else have this issue? Or any suggestions for healthy and convenient meal options? There’s only so much that one can take of chicken/rice/beans…