this made me snort with laughter 'An ex-boyfriend once suggested we make lasagne from scratch as a bonding activity and I behaved like I was being asked to accommodate an especially perverted kink.'
As a personal chef of 22 years, I completely understand your story.
YOU were my PEOPLE!!
My clients were in the same boat. Hell, my sister is in your same boat.
And I get it. My empathetic chef♥️heart sees you. 😘
You know, doing what your doing, eating minimal at home and grabbing pre prepared meals or eating at a restaurant is most likely saving you tons of money. No, really!
Rather than rotting produce in the bin (like I used to see daily in my clients homes) or six year old paprika in a cabinet that you had the best intentions to use, you are savoring each bite of a dish that you enjoy, especially having NOT having had to cook!
I say, 👏🏼 Bravo to you, knowing what works and what doesn’t.
I love this! My mum has eating disorder and never cooked so I’m pretty bad at it and certainly don’t find joy in doing it. The most daunting for me is the never ending “what are we eating today / this evening / this week?”. This is a level of domesticity than I’m still not comfortable with even though I’m a 40 year old mum!
As the kind of alien who finds cooking therapeutic, I love this post. I have some friends who are just not that into cooking, but most of them still love to eat, this is actually a great relationship to have, I don't neccessarily want them to cook for me, I am a feeder, that's my job & to see them enjoy my food is more then enough. Let me know when you want to visit.
My mom truly uses the oven for storage, as do many Cuban families in Miami. Baking or roasting is just not a part of Cuban food prep. I was visiting once and turned the oven on for something, not remembering there were pots, pants, and possibly a loaf or two of bread in there, and nearly set the place on fire.
Anyway, even people who enjoy cooking don't always enjoy cooking every damned day. *raises hand frantically.* Also, I truly believe that the goal is to feed ourselves, regardless of how we get there. It does help that we are privileged enough to just be able to buy premade food.
For some inexplicable reason this article twanged deeply on my heart strings. I kind of hear what the author is saying but it just sounds so sad. For about £40 a person will come and clean an oven leaving it looking almost as new. You don’t even need your marigolds.... I come from the opposite perspective, I suppose. I took over domestic meals in my family home at about 12, and ever since serving up a meal to myself or others has been a way of gaining acceptance or possibly even validation. Luckily I adore cooking - not that I’m immune to a ready meal when the rest of life is too hard - but the punctuation between work and home is often the chopping of something, the listening to whatever I want on the speaker and bending food to my will and it’s iessential to me. I hope that the author DOES get to be at peace with themselves and to find joy in cooking, or even just putting pre-prepped ingredients together. And please, get an oven cleaning company in!
My cousin hated weetabix, but her father insisted she should eat it for a healthy breakfast.. She would keep it in her mouth until she left the house, then spit it out under the hedge. Truely a dreadful breakfast
Leaving weetabix to soak for two minutes is a nightmare. Its a race against time for me to eat them at the elusive moment where they are no longer like dry cardboard but haven’t yet blended into the milk
Darling this is so relatable. I’m not a bad cook, I just rarely feel like cooking. I have kids I must feed so a decent sandwich or kids crudités selection (some cheese some protein some veg) is what we eat when I’m in charge. Once a week or two we cook together with my eldest so at least there’s a bit of skillls transfer. I scramble eggs every morning.
But otherwise we are lucky to afford delivery and a local “home cooking” service. We both love food just don’t particularly love cooking.
I’m lucky to have a partner who though he teases me sometimes doesn’t see cooking as woman’s work and is able to find his own food or co strategize with me on where to get it
Use gousto! It will completely change your life, been on a waiting list for an adhd assessment for 2 years now, but gousto will solve every problem in your article! Best thing I’ve ever done which sounds dramatic but I relate to all of the above https://gousto.co.uk/raf?promo_code=AMELI43469999&utm_source=iosapp
We live in deep rural France but often enough return to London. Here we *have* to cook every day, from scratch - the nearest supermarket is a 20min drive away, and there are no delivery services. Fortunately, both of us like cooking, most of the time, and we get great fresh ingredients from the garden and the weekly markets - so we eat pretty well - but it does sometimes seem relentless. So when we're back in Brixton, if we can't be bothered walking down the road to a restaurant, we order in.
I used to love cooking. Occasionally I still do. Having a small person reject what you've cooked definitely tempers it, but also TIME. I loved reading this.
this made me snort with laughter 'An ex-boyfriend once suggested we make lasagne from scratch as a bonding activity and I behaved like I was being asked to accommodate an especially perverted kink.'
As a personal chef of 22 years, I completely understand your story.
YOU were my PEOPLE!!
My clients were in the same boat. Hell, my sister is in your same boat.
And I get it. My empathetic chef♥️heart sees you. 😘
You know, doing what your doing, eating minimal at home and grabbing pre prepared meals or eating at a restaurant is most likely saving you tons of money. No, really!
Rather than rotting produce in the bin (like I used to see daily in my clients homes) or six year old paprika in a cabinet that you had the best intentions to use, you are savoring each bite of a dish that you enjoy, especially having NOT having had to cook!
I say, 👏🏼 Bravo to you, knowing what works and what doesn’t.
I love this! My mum has eating disorder and never cooked so I’m pretty bad at it and certainly don’t find joy in doing it. The most daunting for me is the never ending “what are we eating today / this evening / this week?”. This is a level of domesticity than I’m still not comfortable with even though I’m a 40 year old mum!
As the kind of alien who finds cooking therapeutic, I love this post. I have some friends who are just not that into cooking, but most of them still love to eat, this is actually a great relationship to have, I don't neccessarily want them to cook for me, I am a feeder, that's my job & to see them enjoy my food is more then enough. Let me know when you want to visit.
My mom truly uses the oven for storage, as do many Cuban families in Miami. Baking or roasting is just not a part of Cuban food prep. I was visiting once and turned the oven on for something, not remembering there were pots, pants, and possibly a loaf or two of bread in there, and nearly set the place on fire.
Anyway, even people who enjoy cooking don't always enjoy cooking every damned day. *raises hand frantically.* Also, I truly believe that the goal is to feed ourselves, regardless of how we get there. It does help that we are privileged enough to just be able to buy premade food.
Absolutely love this!
For some inexplicable reason this article twanged deeply on my heart strings. I kind of hear what the author is saying but it just sounds so sad. For about £40 a person will come and clean an oven leaving it looking almost as new. You don’t even need your marigolds.... I come from the opposite perspective, I suppose. I took over domestic meals in my family home at about 12, and ever since serving up a meal to myself or others has been a way of gaining acceptance or possibly even validation. Luckily I adore cooking - not that I’m immune to a ready meal when the rest of life is too hard - but the punctuation between work and home is often the chopping of something, the listening to whatever I want on the speaker and bending food to my will and it’s iessential to me. I hope that the author DOES get to be at peace with themselves and to find joy in cooking, or even just putting pre-prepped ingredients together. And please, get an oven cleaning company in!
My cousin hated weetabix, but her father insisted she should eat it for a healthy breakfast.. She would keep it in her mouth until she left the house, then spit it out under the hedge. Truely a dreadful breakfast
Thank you for sharing your story, I am moved. You're doing great, recovering from addiction, taking care of yourself and following your own path 🖤
Leaving weetabix to soak for two minutes is a nightmare. Its a race against time for me to eat them at the elusive moment where they are no longer like dry cardboard but haven’t yet blended into the milk
Refreshing! And yes, get an air fryer. You'll never need an oven again.
Darling this is so relatable. I’m not a bad cook, I just rarely feel like cooking. I have kids I must feed so a decent sandwich or kids crudités selection (some cheese some protein some veg) is what we eat when I’m in charge. Once a week or two we cook together with my eldest so at least there’s a bit of skillls transfer. I scramble eggs every morning.
But otherwise we are lucky to afford delivery and a local “home cooking” service. We both love food just don’t particularly love cooking.
I’m lucky to have a partner who though he teases me sometimes doesn’t see cooking as woman’s work and is able to find his own food or co strategize with me on where to get it
What a breath of fresh air. I loved this!
Use gousto! It will completely change your life, been on a waiting list for an adhd assessment for 2 years now, but gousto will solve every problem in your article! Best thing I’ve ever done which sounds dramatic but I relate to all of the above https://gousto.co.uk/raf?promo_code=AMELI43469999&utm_source=iosapp
haha!
We live in deep rural France but often enough return to London. Here we *have* to cook every day, from scratch - the nearest supermarket is a 20min drive away, and there are no delivery services. Fortunately, both of us like cooking, most of the time, and we get great fresh ingredients from the garden and the weekly markets - so we eat pretty well - but it does sometimes seem relentless. So when we're back in Brixton, if we can't be bothered walking down the road to a restaurant, we order in.
I used to love cooking. Occasionally I still do. Having a small person reject what you've cooked definitely tempers it, but also TIME. I loved reading this.