Valentine’s Day is a holiday of chocolate, decadence, and indulgences. But romance doesn’t have to make you feel sluggish.
This morning I sliced red potatoes into hearts. Tossed in olive oil and Mrs. Dash salt free garlic mix, baked at 350° for roughly 30 mins.
Crispy, satisfying little crunchy bites.
Eggs scrambled with some honey-maple ham and red peppers. Sliced strawberry hearts.
I’ve got red, sweet, salty, crunchy, and hearts. What more does Valentine’s Day breakfast need?
The more I cook, the more I want to cook.
The less I cook, the less I want to be bothered with big meals or complicated recipes. I know I’ll enjoy it when I throw myself back into it, but for now I’ve fallen off the planning, prepping, preparing bandwagon of enjoying my meals. There’s the new job, staying in someone else’s house, and the new routine; for right now, cooking just isn’t part of it.
The thing that gets me though, is I always got excited about meals I prepared. When someone else is constantly cooking for you, or you eat out more often; food loses some of its appeal in a sense. Lately I crave things like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, toast with a fried egg; things that are easy and basic.
Do you eat more when you cook for yourself? Does cooking make you want to cook more?
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