I don’t Cook Anymore

You probably know that I used to be a chef, and I even have a tattoo saying that “I should be in the kitchen”. I loved cooking from a very young age and always enjoyed making food for other people, and myself. Six years in the restaurant business killed that love.

Working in a restaurant is busy and hectic, and you never live that regular Monday through Friday 8am to 4pm life. Irregular schedule and not having time to eat during the workday made me live on french fries and Coke for years. I used to have this rule that every day off, I would cook for myself, and I did that at times, but over the years, I lost interest. Now when someone starts talking about food and recipes, I try to change the subject as fast as I can. Don't get me wrong, I still love eating and if someone brings me the food, I'm a happy gal.

When I changed jobs, to a hotel that serves much healthier food, I started to eat a lot better again. The only thing I miss from that job is that I always got to take home more or less heathy scraps that hardly costs anything. I always had some leftovers and bread, alllll the bread, and didn’t have to do much cooking at home.

When I quit my day job and become a full time Steemian, I realised that okay, now I really need to start feeding myself properly. I went out and bought the fridge full of food, stocking up on everything I could, thinking that I’ll cook every day. Ha, that never happened. I have thrown out more food than I care to admit, mostly due the fact that I haven’t been at home for more than a few days at a time and the ingredients spoiled. I have no interest in cooking, especially for just myself. I rather just not eat than go out, buy groceries, cook and have to do all the clean up.

I also have a bad habit of forgetting to eat when I’m absorbed in photography or writing. That has often lead me to snacking on chips and candies, but I’m trying really hard right now to get rid of that. More on the topic of sugar on aother date.

Nowadays I mostly live on take-out and simple things like fruits, bread and veggies, and premium coffee, everything that doesn’t require much effort. My favourite foods to do at home are some simple woks and I’m a little ashamed to admit, but macaroni and Heinz beans… I know, I’m a disgrace!! When I travel, I go to restaurants and hotel breakfast and more take-out. If I’m in the countryside, mama cooks for me, though I usually help out. It’s much more rewarding cooking for the family than a sad one person meal.

Of course eating take-out is expensive, especially when one is a lazy bitch and orders it delivered to her home… But I like to avoid unnecessary human contact, and leaving the apartment, and my living expenses are not that high otherwise, so I can splurge a little on food when I feel like it. I’m so glad that there are so many food delivery guys in this city so that it’s not always the same person feeding me… I usually order two meals at the same time, and eat for a day or two off of that. I don’t go out to restaurants much, because I like to eat like a pig in the comfort of my own home.

At this time of my life, I don’t give a shit about cooking, but maybe the love will creep back one day.