Exactly what it says. Never in my life have I found cooking to be a chore like I do right now. I don't know what it is, maybe it's that I'm figuring out a new place, or the already-hot apartments heats up a lot when I cook, maybe it's the annoying traffic, or I'm always by myself when cooking and nobody to talk to. Dunno. It just sucks so much. I want to find the joy in cooking, explore new recipes and cuisines, perfect my existing skills. It doesn't even take too long. But no, I've gone on a default mode, brunches are mostly simple omletts with rotis, dinners are simple rice and veggie meals or basically just TJ's stuff. Cooking has lost its joy, it's now a chore that I have to do to feed myself. Awful, so goddamn awful.
I need to desperately find a cooking body, somebody to impress, somebody to learn from, somebody to bounce off recipes. And somebody who's not hopefully ready to be married to somebody else, pretty much, yeeech, fast forward through these times.
Right, cooking has lost the joy it brought in me. I made it through the great pandemic, but not through a minor cross-country move. Dear gods in all the places, I'm fking warning you, don't mess this up for me, or else. You're gonna regret ever messing with me. Don't say I didn't warn you on time, later. Ta.
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