As I was thinking about cooking yesterday, I thought about the sci-fi and fantasy books I've read with food machines in them. You know, some character presses a button and the food just *appears*. No other cooking involved. I want one installed in every room in every building I'm ever in.
See, I have this thing... I hate (with a fiery passion) doing anything that I have to do.
I read The Grapes of Wrath back when I was probably 12 or so. Before high school, when it was required. I haven't read it since. Not when we were reading it for class, not when I was bored in an airport, not when it was required for reading in a college class. Once it was "required" I lost all interest. I've never read The Odyssey and I've written (very good) papers on the dratted thing. It's always been required reading, and I don't wanna.
Back to the Point-
I'm *required* by this challenge to cook several times each day. For myself. Then required to eat, several times each day, again, by myself. Pleh.
Cooking from (mostly) scratch when there are other options? Crazy revolutionary, contrary thing to do. Fun. Cooking from scratch when I have to? Plodding dull crap I'm starting to hate more every day.
Of course, if I lived someplace where cooking was outlawed and you had to go to restaurants for every meal or get take away, or something, I'd be hunting down black market grocery stores and stoves and who knows what else. But in this have to cook every day world, I dream of magic food replicators. Or maybe a maid, cook, and several attractive guys to cart my lazy behind around on one of those Cleopatra-type chairs.
What this translates to in real life is that... Well, sometimes my food is just ugly. And most of the time it pretty much sucks, flavor-wise. It's really just fuel at this point. I've lost interest in making it interesting. And there are only so many ways I can photograph a bowl of noodles.
True story- I once considered a co-housing opportunity because it included a meal-prep rotation. Everyone only cooked maybe twice a month. Then I realized that I need more mental personal space than that.
So yeah. Yesterday's food was a set of... "burgers", made with my handy dandy batter recipe, about 1/4C wheat gluten, and 1/3 of an onion, diced. It held together really well. I'm going to try it with beans. I think it'd be best with black beans (because I like them the most) but I'll have to get more before I try that. I also made noodles with soy sauce and oil, but it was just noodles, so no photo.
Third- In line with my whole "I hate doing things that are required" deal, I was thinking about taking this weekend off from blogging. I find myself much less inclined to "cheat" now that I've given myself permission (even as limited as it is). I think I'm going to do it. I might give a quick update sometime this weekend, but otherwise, after about midnight GMT, I'm taking "off" until Monday. I'll still be on my budget, just not writing about it- I've got some stuff to do, and no motivation to do any of it. Hopefully this will help change that. Sometimes a mini-vacation (even from vacation) can be just what a person needs.
So that's it. Thoughts, opinions, ideas?