Now that I say that, maybe I don't have a food preparation problem; maybe I have an interruption problem.
At any rate, this week, I am trying something new. To satisfy my love for the stupidly hard and ridiculous, I am making the following this week, all from scratch:
- Chilaquile Casserole with Southwestern Black Bean Salad and fruit salad
- Golden Pear Soup, Country Bread, cheese, and Roasted Green Beans with Onions and Garlic
- Black Bean Chili, salsa, and Banana and Cheese Empanadas
- Mexican Potatoes with Oaxaca Bean Salad
- Tofu and Sweet Potato Stir Fry with Javanase Vegetable Salad
Today, I made the Southwestern Black Bean Salad, and I am soaking and boiling beans for the Black Bean Chili. Oh, and the Country Bread Dough is rising on the counter.
|This salad looks even more beautiful after the cilantro and parsley are added - but please, judge it on its inner beauty.|
|Rise up, Country Bread Dough! Fight the system!|
To finish things up, I am about to make the Chilaquile. And the Pear Soup. Both. Wait until my sous chef (aka my son) finds out. He'll be endlessly thrilled.
I am hoping that all of this daily work will help me accept that food preparation is just a part of life, dammit, which no amount of whining, hiding, resentment, pouting, or bargaining will change.
I am also hoping that by planning ahead, I will really appreciate and savor the rest of the day when I am not cooking, when I can sit at my table and create. Because that is precious time!
I did have a moment of panic today, by the way - which is a great sign, on Day 2. I thought, "I AM MAKING TOO MANY THINGS! I CANNOT POSSIBLY DO THIS!" Then I laughed, though, because seriously?! I can do whatever it is I ask of myself. If I ask a lot, I will get a lot.
Here's to a new experiment, and here's to delivering what I demand! Let's hope it's all a great success, because I have one million things I want to make, and I don't mean in the kitchen!
|P.S. When I went to cut the slits for the second rise, I almost cut through the loaf on the left. Now I feel like the extra asshole-y killer on [insert crime show] who is so violent that he almost severs the spine.|