I had just gotten comfortable on the couch, ready to write a blog post (about something…I wasn’t sure what yet, I just knew I wanted to write).
I heard the sound of the door opening, and little footsteps padding towards me.
“I’m hungry. Can I please have a sandwich? I need vegemite, butter and two pieces of bread, and in my hand. This one. Please.”
– Our 5 year old, 2023.
It appears we’ve arrived at the era where bedtime becomes a negotiation between our 5-year-old and the two of us on why he should go to sleep. Tonight was the most detailed he’s ever been, and I admit, I do admire he has the recipe for a vegemite sandwich down pat.
We all know I can’t cook. I was probably 27 years old when I figured out the correct recipe for a vegemite sandwich. Ask me how many times I’ve googled how to boil an egg.
On that note, I decided this would be the year I conquer my fear of food, and cooking in general. I’ve started meal planning each Sunday night, doing an online grocery order to pick up the following day. I try to cook a couple of items from the plan for the week, and my husband does the rest (thank god for his cooking).
The organisation has been a game changer for me. I feel prepared for what I need to cook and do, knowing the ingredients are all there. The amount of anxiety around the kitchen has dropped considerably.
Unless I’m looking in our spice cupboard because goddamn it is cluttered in there.
I hate clutter. Our spice cabinet makes me instantly rage.
Last week I didn’t get around to planning, and I had a woeful week of eating as a result. Give me an inch, I’ll take a mile.
I’m working from home as well, which helps a lot. I’ve got easier access to ingredients, I don’t have to spend time preparing in advance, and I can cook and eat it straight away. I eat a lot better when I’m at home.
Enter today’s meal, remembering that I’m terrible at food photography.
I really enjoyed it! When I got into the kitchen I was super hungry, and not in the mood. There was a loaf of bread next to me, and it took everything in me to not just decide on toast and call it a day. I’m proud of myself for giving this a go, and I really, really enjoyed it.
And it literally took all of 10mins to make.
Baby steps.
I wonder if it would help if next time I just tell myself that I need it in my hand, this one.
Then again, someone might just tell me to go to bed instead.