Why this?I really miss cooking "normally" so I'm going to work on this blog and see if it doesn't satisfy that part of me. These days cooking is all done within a rotation for my son's allergies, so I miss mixing up certain foods. My significant other, who hasn't had an allergy a day in his life and has no family history, is a bit bored with the rotation as well. I'm trying to lose weight, though not quite whole-heartedly yet, but I'm trying to get in the habit of "half now, half later" and eating six small meals per day. I've long been suspicious that my metabolism is very slow and that I do bad things to make it angry (like not eating all day and then eating a gigantic dinner) and keep me chunky.
Another problem that the rotation has created is that it used to be that I'd make enough food for my SO to take to work for lunch and then my son would eat lunch at school. Now the leftovers are always for my son who can't eat school food because of his allergies and I never have enough to send with my SO. So he either ends up eating out, which is crap and costs money (and I'm kind of a frugal nut) or he doesn't eat at all and shows up after work like he's dyin' ovah here. I figure this way I can make Jacob's food and have enough for his lunch and enough to freeze into some TV dinners for emergency use and have enough with the "normal" meals for leftovers for SO and for me to spread out into my six itty bitty meals.
I have no idea if that will work, but we shall see. I have this hunch that I'm going to end up doing OAMC (once-a-month cooking) on Jacob's food... it's starting to make sense in my mind since his rotation is the same foods over and over for each day. (For more about the rotation, you can read all the bitching about it on my
personal blog or look at the
site I created for a library / web class I was taking this summer.)
About MeI ain't quite right, as my SO would say. I think that means I'm a little bit different or quirky or something. I look around me though and I figure I'm about as normal as anyone else and I struggle with many of the same things. I can get on my high horse once in a while, but I fall off it soon enough and recognize my place in life. I guess it's part of the never-ending growth process we all go through. Or perhaps it's hindsight. Or maybe it's trying to find right and wrong, black and white, in a world that is filled with so many grey areas. Even realizing these things is a conflict for me these days. I'm a Democrat who is really more like a Libertarian. I'm a parenting writer who feels like I'm warping my kid for life, sometimes. I'm a hippie who uses bleach. I'm a frugal domestic goddess who paid $300 for a purse without apology. Madonna. Whore. Complex.
I guess what it all really means is that I'm either a hypocrite or the labels I think society has for me just don't fit all the time. And I think that's probably a lot of what's wrong with the country these days. Everyone wants everything to fit in these neat little categories and boxes and really, it's just not that way. Almost nothing fits, when you get down to what's real. The bridge between theory and practice is a long one.
How does this relate to my cooking, you might be wondering... Well, just like the Three Faces of Eve that exist in my personal and professional life, I'm a bit of a schizophrenic in my cooking. On one side, I've got the allergy cooking that is corn-free, egg-free, and tightly controlled. On the other side, I've got the haphazard, throw-a-can-of-soup-to-make-gravy way of cooking for my SO. Oh, and on the third side, I'm just so tired from all the irons I've got in the fire so make a damn sandwich and leave me alone.
I think that's not too far off from a lot of moms. So you probably won't see too many recipes that are fancy-schmancy here. Most of the time it will be easy stuff that won't kill you to make and may or may not kill you to eat. Sometimes it might be wholesome, hypoallergenic food that tastes like food probably tasted hundreds of years ago before corn got so big. Other days it might be pre-processed and rearranged corn molecules in the form of a meal.
This is what happens at my house.
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