 I do a bit more cooking these days than I used to, but sometimes it still feels like an awful lot of bother.
I often cook vegetarian meals at home, often because meat is just so much more difficult. Meat is all slimy to cut up, it can be difficult to cook without making it too dry or too tough, but if you don’t cook it enough it’ll make you sick. There’s cross contamination concerns, best before dates and all those times I wish I’d separated the pile of chicken breasts before bunging them all in the freezer. Recently however I thought I’d try a new recipe for chicken curry. Now it was a bit late in the evening, I was a bit tired, but really how hard could it be? [Click link below to read more....]
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 I’m sure there was a time when going shopping was a happy Saturday pastime, often enjoyed with friends, punctuated by a café pit stop for coffee and cake. I’d try on a few bits and bobs, see if anything I liked had moved from the front window to the sale rack yet, maybe even start my summer holiday wardrobe, or the Christmas shopping, if something caught my eye.
Now it seems that for a long as I can remember, shopping has been a confusing, disappointing, rushed and stressful experience.  As anyone who has ever tried to go out for breakfast, lunch or dinner with me has learnt, I am a very unsophisticated eater.
Even when I go out for a normal pub meal I can still get it all wrong, especially if I’m with new people. I usually order something that ends up being completely inappropriate, like burger and chips when everyone else has ordered something proper like a roast dinner, leading to the inevitable awkward “Oh heck, do I need to eat my chips with a fork? Do I need to politely cut this burger in half before trying to eat it? Why didn’t I just order a steak?!” moment. When you take me out of the pub and into the wider world of dining, things just get worse… It’s true. I’m a 30-something female and I don’t cook. I am aware this is unusual and very slightly lazy, but it’s certainly not something I feel the need to change about myself.
“You’re what?”
“But that can’t be right, you’re always online!” “But I know you can type quickly” “WTF?” How can anyone be scared of online chat? Well, I am. I did it again the other night. The whole thing was even my suggestion. The boyfriend kept going on about wanting to see World War Z. I didn’t even know what it was going to be about. It was my decision to go to the midnight screening. I can still say that I enjoyed the film and know exactly what happened, because the boyfriend kindly woke me up for all the important bits.
 It’s true. When I wake up on a summer Saturday, I look out the window and I think ‘well isn’t a lovely day, I must make sure I go outside and do something today.’ I don’t ever think ‘well isn’t it a lovely day, I must go to the beach’.
Firstly, if all the public health adverts on TV are to be believed, we’re not even supposed to go to the beach anymore. Sun exposure is right up there on the deadly sins list alongside smoking and binge drinking. |
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