I know I’m going to sound beyond weird to most people who read this as it likely goes against human nature, but I really do not enjoy eating. I honestly find it to be a chore and unlike cleaning, one that I cannot just push off to a different day.
This is not to say I do not enjoy food. I have yet to meet a breakfast food I do not enjoy. Ok, I lie – I dislike oatmeal as the texture bothers me. I am a very big fan of pasta, chicken, cheese, Sunchips and chocolate milkshakes. An occasional bacon cheeseburger or meatball sub hits the spot as well.
Beyond that though my tastes are very limited which I think fuels my disdain of eating. Vegetables, other than corn or potatoes, tend to make me gag no matter how they are cooked. I have advanced to tolerating peppers and onions if they are finely chopped and also use kale in a pasta recipe I make. Salad is not an option and yes, I do get weird stares at restaurants when I order a meal that comes with one and I decline it. Apparently everyone eats salad?
Because I refuse to rely heavily on prepackaged meals to satiate my body’s needs I am forced to cook. My limited food choices mean besides breakfast, every week is a struggle to figure out what to cook for dinner. I know, many people struggle with the same issue as we fall into that rut of cooking the same old recipes. Unlike many people though, when I go searching for new recipes I’m stuck removing ingredients from the list until the recipe resembles something I likely already cook.
I’m also limited because of my somewhat below average cooking skills and disinterest in cooking in general. By below average I mean I can cook a meal that doesn’t kill anyone, but do not ask me to cook for more than four people. Also, don’t expect homemade mashed potatoes or anything that requires slicing and dicing unless my husband is home to help. I tend to write off any recipe that has more than 5-6 ingredients (spices not included) or takes more than 30 minutes of actual work. If it’s a meal that I can pop in the oven or crock pot and forget, great. If I can whip it up in the electric skillet (my adored kitchen gadget) in 20 minutes it’s a winner. Beyond that I am in utter annoyance by being trapped in the kitchen.
I was asked once what I’d rather be doing instead of cooking. In short basically anything. The idea of wasting my life to cook a meal that will be devoured in under 20 minutes (sometimes under 10 if you are my husband) only to have the energy derived from it wear off in a few hours grates on me. I feel this is such an inefficiency in the human body. All these years of evolution and our bodies still require near constant sustenance. Why hasn’t someone come up with a battery pack for humans yet?
Then of course you have the dishes. This is by far the most disgusting regular chore I have ever had the displeasure of completing. There is just something about putting my hands in slimy, food-laden water that just grosses me out completely. I am fortunate that my husband takes the lead on doing the dishes and our new house does have a dishwasher. Those random nights where I end up doing the dishes though are not pleasant.
The entire process of eating – meal planning, food prep, cooking, cleaning up and yes, even the eating of the food itself is one big never ending chore in my life. If someone offered to cook for me for the rest of my life I would gladly take them up on the offer. Maybe one day there will be such a thing as a taste bud transplant, and I could sign up and experience the joy that so many others feel in eating a wide variety of foods. Until then I will suffer in the kitchen and appease my body by eating the same old same old foods.