What is it, you ask?
I simply DON'T WANT to do it.
I know, I know--you are just stunned.
Me, the diva of all homemade goodness--
- fresh-baked bread, rolls, cookies, pies and cakes
- roast beef, turkey, chicken, tenderloin
- casseroles of every type
- crock-pot creations
- waffles and pancakes from scratch
- grilled yummies like kabobs, chicken breasts, tri-tip and blue cheese burgers
- fresh salads with everything crunchy and green
- pastas of all kinds with the famous secret recipe sauce
- minestrones and beef stews
The Cooking Light subscriber who used to make a month of new meals based on their recipes, and who hasn't seen a single thing in there over the last two months that has inspired her to cook,
has turned into a . . .
- "Fend for Yourself Night" EVERY NIGHT,
- replies to the "what's for dinner question" with "cereal sounds good."
- never posts a menu on her blog anymore because "what's the point?"
- suddenly thinks that Lunchables for her toddler is a gourmet meal,
- hasn't had a piece of fruit in over a week unless she can pulverize it in the blender with ice,
- thinks that as long as there is bread and peanut butter in the house her men will be fine
So, folks, I am declaring myself right now, right here, in public, to try and turn the corner.
This week I will:
- cook real meals for my family like the good old days
- force myself to eat at least two pieces of fresh fruit a day
- stop feeding my son easy crap
- start packing Chris' lunches again
- retire my blender for the week in favor of salads
- back off on the bread unless I made it myself
Wish me luck--now where is that June issue of Cooking Light?