I remember my mother-in-law saying she was sick of food. DH and I now really understand what she meant.
About a month ago, I declared we were having hot fudge sundaes for supper. My (adult) kids were shocked and appalled, but also intrigued.
About 11:30 that night, my 21-year-old daughter came downstairs, into the living room, and asked me if I was dying.
I'm considering doing away with lunch entirely and replacing it with a combination of elevenses and afternoon tea.
I support this exploration of changing the mealtime paradigm
I've been eating free breakfast and lunch at work for the last 12 years, and I only needed to cook for myself on evenings and weekends. This means that I'm thoroughly sick of my usual go-to food, and I've been trying to pick different meals to try when I'm
not
standing in front of the refrigerator saying, "I don't fucking know what I want!"
In theory it's a great idea. I made bhindi masala! In practice, I have been putting off attempting palak paneer for days because I've been too exhausted to try making something new right now. I don't get that sick of leftovers, so batch cooking has been my friend.
I wish to associate myself with the remarks of my learned friend.
(I am so sick of cooking. Bring me my rutting food pills.)
Not looking at local real estate listings is also in my best interests, though a realtor I know here is having a grand time - commission on a house in the median price range of $900k is what, 3%? It's one thing to know that you can't afford to buy where you live, but I'm rapidly reaching the point of "Fuck this, the local businesses are going under and the house prices are still going up - I don't want to be here when all the folks moving over from Seattle realize they're gonna be buying their underpants on Amazon, let's find somewhere we can live near our kid."
I'm perpetually torn between wanting to try something new and having to remember to make a list before I go to the store - doubly so in these times of limited exposure.
I can get a free sandwich for lunch at work, so today it is smoked turkey with mayo on rye. Sometimes I go wild and have chicken salad instead.
I bought a bunch of meal replacement shake packets for when I need to eat but nothing sounds good/everything is too hard. That mostly works out okay, although sometimes even that is too much.
I have no specific reason why feeding myself has become difficult, it's just part of how everything is hard right now, I think, and it's one more thing.
Speaking of, I'm going to take this opportunity to dish up some leftover grits with black-eyed peas and spinach before our biweekly "town hall" starts
it's one more thing.
Definitely. It's like...I have to get up? And make a decision? And then make the actual food?