Dinner #1: Tacos

Why do I hate cooking?

Here are some points:
-it takes forever
-you have to clean up afterwards, which takes forever
-I don't know what to cook
-I never know if it's healthy
-recipes are long, tedious and contain a bunch of shit I don't own
-do I need to use organic?
-how much sugar content show go in?
-are you allowed to eat carbs late at night?
-how do I know the chicken is cooked all the way through?
-what spices go with what?
-veggies take FOREVER to clean, cut, cook. Oh dear god.
-I get distracted and things always get burned

Cooking to me, is slightly overwhelming. Starting with, what am I going to eat? I don't know how to  cook anything? Then you get all nutrional. Thanks, I'll order a pizza. At least it tastes delicious.

I leave my naturopath's office feeling pretty shitty about myself. I know meal planning, crock pot freezer meals, etc., etc isn't going to help. I need to suck it up, and just do it. My naturopath agrees (she's honest. That's what I like about her).


I'm passing one of the best grocery stores on my way home (yes, I am a grocery store snob). I am going to buy the food I only need for tonight. If I try to plan tomorrow night's dinner as well, I'm going to be overwhelmed, end up with food I won't use, it goes bad, I throw it out, which makes me angry, so I stop cooking. That escalates rather quickly, doesn't it?

Tacos. Easy peasy. I have three romano tomatoes at home, as well as half a package of taco seasoning (the healthy, no salt added kind). And cheese.

I get:
-a package of ground beef
-one head of lettace
-a package of taco shells

This takes, five minutes, maybe. Not long. I'm in and out quickly.

I get home. Tacos seems like a big undertaking. The phone rings, and it's my mom. I answer it and put her on speaker phone.

Meat into big pan on stove. I break it up, throw a lid on it, and leave it.

Cut up the three tomatoes. Throw them in a bowl.

Cut up the lettace. I throw what I need for the tacos in one bowl, the rest into two glass containers that will be our lunches tomorrow.

Check beef. Stir it a bit, throw in the seasoning.

Shread cheese.

Microwave taco shells.

Check beef. It's done. Tell mom I've got to go, dinner is ready (you can hear the shock in her voice).

I realize when I hang up the phone, that this has taken me 22 minutes. That's all?? In my head, tacos was easily an hour long meal prep. Granted, I know things get faster the more you do it, and I have done tacos quite a lot in the past, so I'm sure that helps.

But 22 minutes?!

When I'm done eating, I put the rest of the tomotoes and cheese in with the lettuce for lunches. In two seperate glass containers I split the remaining beef. Tomorrow for lunch we can both heat up the meat, dump it on the salads.

Holy crap. I'm feeling pretty proud of myself.