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June 10, 2010

I have become one of those Women Who Don’t Cook. How do I know this? Yesterday, I was out shopping for some household goods and I realized it was 1 p.m. and I hadn’t eaten lunch. Yes, I, who gets practically homicidal if I go too long without eating, had forgotten to eat. There’s not much in the house because of our crazy schedule the past few weeks. So instead of going to the grocery store, which was literally right next door, I went to the “food” aisle in the drug store where I happened to be, and I had Chef Boyardee ravioli for lunch.

Yes, I cringe a little when I admit that I ate super-processed canned meat-product for lunch, but it was all I could manage yesterday. I didn’t want to feel homicidal, and I didn’t want to have to make any decisions in the grocery store. I’m not a quick decision kind of gal. I like to weigh all my options, and I never feel I have all my options. I like to be advised. Sort of like when you flip a coin to see if you like the outcome, then you know if it’s right or not. I prefer to be advised, then decide if I like the suggestion.

This is why my husband picks my food and even tells me what to wear. Sometimes I think I’m weak because decisions, big and small, are really hard for me. I think part of why I rely so heavily on him is due to the fact that we’ve been together for so long. I really see him as my partner in life and everything that encompasses. I like to know what he thinks, and I trust his opinion. I don’t like to make decisions without checking with him first. It may seem antiquated, but this system works for us.

Anyway, back to not cooking. It’s not that I can’t cook or won’t cook, I just don’t. I’m really good at baking because it requires precision. I’m really bad at whipping something up and winging it. So my husband does most of the major cooking because he’s a make-it-up-as-you-go kind of cook. I used to make breakfast because there are typically few ingredients involved in breakfast, and we used to have a formula of sorts: coffee, eggs, grits. Or coffee and oatmeal. Nothing fancy. I could handle that. Somehow we got off our breakfast system. Now I am drinking my coffee awaiting the breakfast that he promised to make for me. Am I just lazy? Now he’s doing all the cooking. Hm. I’m going with lucky.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Becca permalink
    June 12, 2010 6:20 pm

    You are LUCKY! I am with you on not wanting to make decisions when I’m hungry, though. It’s hard! I don’t care what I eat as long as I have some food in my face IMMEDIATELY.

  2. Julia Bates permalink
    June 16, 2010 5:09 pm

    You have so many other ways you are creative. Sometimes I crave shopping for groceries and sometimes I just buy by rote because I can’t bear to think. Not to mention all the ‘advice’ about how to prolong memory, health, etc.

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