Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Veggie Tales

There's something that will never be found on my blog. Ever. It's a staple for most mommy blogs but not mine. At least not without a miracle from God.

I will never post a recipe.

I love food.
Truly. Madly. Deeply.

But cooking.
Ew.
Hate it.

For as much as I love food, I should like to cook. I think about food. I make plans around food. I'll drive miles out of my way for food. Just don't ask me to cook.  I have two dishes that I make with relative success, but beyond that, I'm a hot mess. I manage to ruin every recipe I get my hands on. I used to think Matt just wasn't really a "dinner person" until we moved in with his parents. Turns out he likes dinner just fine as long as his mom's cooking. Though he'd never admit it, he makes his plans on whether or not to eat dinner based on who cooked.

A typical conversation of ours goes is as follows:
"Are you planning on eating dinner?"
Pause.
"Who's cooking?"
"I was going to make _______ (insert anything)."
"Hmm, I had a pretty big lunch. I'm not that hungry."

So the story goes.

I can't say that I blame him, but still, how's a girl supposed to improve if she never has the opportunity?

Here's the other problem though. I hate touching raw meat. I hate even looking at it. The smell, the texture, everything about it makes me sick. When it's cooked I'm as carnivorous as can be, but if I have to handle it myself I  can't get it out of my mind what it looked like before being cooked. I mean, the feel of a once living being's flesh between my fingers makes me want to vomit. When I'm chewing, all I can think about is how gross it is that I'm eating something that was alive. Weird, I know. What's weirder is the fact that I rarely have these thoughts if the meat was cooked by someone else. Give me a nice steak marsala from Carrabba's and I'm a happy girl. Have me season some chicken before Matt throws it on the grill and I'm done. Cooking almost makes me want to be a vegetarian. Not a real vegetarian- just a when-I'm-cooking-vegetarian. I've run the idea by Matt but he's not for it. He likes his meat, but since he doesn't like my cooking to begin with, what's the difference, right? Right. Maybe meat has been the problem all along though. What if there's a great vegetarian cook trapped inside of me, desperate to get out?

So, with that said, I need some good vegetarian recipes to ruin.
Can anyone help a sista out?

4 comments:

meg said...

http://megvcornwell.blogspot.com/2010/08/whats-for-dinner-tonight.html

let me know if that link works... but this is one of our FAVORITE dinners. aaaaaand its super easy! and oh-so-delish. good luck! ;)

Mrs.B said...

You know I so agree with you. I hate to cook . I told my husband when we first started dating no kitchen duties for me.. Now I do know how to cook but, do not like.. My kids are big now and I find myself avoiding the kitchen even more. I go there to ocassionally wash a dish or two but, that's about it...

Mrs.B said...

You know I so agree with you. I hate to cook . I told my husband when we first started dating no kitchen duties for me.. Now I do know how to cook but, do not like.. My kids are big now and I find myself avoiding the kitchen even more. I go there to ocassionally wash a dish or two but, that's about it...

Allison Morrison said...

I like to cook OK...nothing fancy, mostly out of a box! You can always make veggie chilli...you can even use Boca (or other meatless) crumbles in it. Use ready made chilli beans, couple cans of diced tomatoes (they have all kinds of flavors), meatless crumbles, packet of chilli mix, green peppers/onions/any other veggie and heat it up....quick, easy, and quite tasty :-)