I thought it best to fess up now to the true reason Food is part of the new adventure: I have never been so completely and utterly uninspired in the food department as I've been in the past six months. In fact, I'm hoping beyond all hope that focusing my energy on the joys of cooking (what a great title for a cookbook!) through this blog will help me get to the bottom of the food funk and cure it once and for all.
I am hard-pressed to find anything quite as demoralizing as answering the question, "what are you in the mood for?" everyday with Nothing! yet again. It's bad enough I've got the funk, but Terry's got it, too. And when we're both feeling funky...well...that's a full-blown food funk if ever there was one.
Let the shelves of cookbooks, and endless piles of recipes clipped from magazines and newspapers or printed from online sources be a testament to how much we love to cook, to how much we love food. Terry and I used to be so great at planning meals, shopping specifically to what we wanted to cook each week. About seven years ago, we even went through a period where we each picked a new recipe to try each week. We tried everything, and had a blast cooking and eating our way through it.
The rhythm of that time has been lost. Not because we don't love food anymore, or don't love to cook or entertain -- we do! Hubby and me, we're foodies to the core. What seems to be lacking is the energy, the enthusiasm for making real meals during the week. We get home, we walk the dog, we throw together something basic and easy but ultimately unsatisfying...or worse, let laziness take us to a restaurant to waste our money on something mediocre that we're not in the mood to eat anyhow.
Do I hear an "Amen"?
Maybe we're just moody eaters. Does that mean we've just been in the wrong mood for the past six months? That's more than just a little sad. No...what's even more sad than that thought is this: Tonight, out of desperation and an empty refrigerator, I had half of a toasted turkey and salami sandwich...no cheese, no veggies, no pickles or mustard. No zip, no tang. Just meat...and mayo...and bread...toasted for a little flair of denial. See? I'm doing something exciting! Mmm...toasty! Sure, little said turkey sandwich will sustain me so I'll live to eat another meal but what fun is it if it isn't...fun?
This calls for an intervention, stat!
What is your sure-fire cure for the Full-Blown Food Funk?//