I used to cook all of the time.
Exageration.
But usually three to four nights a week… An actual supper from scratch.
Nowadays…
Maybe once a week.
It usually it happens on Sundays. But today felt like a Sunday, so I planned/shopped/cooked.
Lamb Meatloaf.
With a yogurt sauce and crispy potatoes.
And, because I have finally made peace with broccoli at this age in life (because of it’s calcium content)… A side of roasted broccoli.
It was easy enough. I mean, I could cook stuff like this a few days a week.
But I just don’t have the interest to do so anymore.
There are a lot of things I don’t do anymore – habits I had even a year ago. Cooking was therapeutic. Organizing the ingredients… And gathering all of the tools needed… The mixing bowls… Multiple pans… Utensils… Now it feels like something for which I have to build up energy and enthusiasm.
… Which is why it happens usually only once a week.
The rest of the time, these days, I make toast and eggs. Shove a grapefruit under the broiler. Batch-bake chicken on Sundays and then use it in easy tacos and burritos.
Oatmeal.
For so many meals I will just oatmeal. With lots of seeds and nuts. It is one of my most favorite things.
Know what’s not?
A side of roasted broccoli. But I eat that every other day. Because it’s easy to throw on a sheet pan and roast for 10 minutes.
I need my calcium.
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