It's amazing how quickly I've fallen into my old undomesticated habits. Now that I've got a job, I've been seriously slacking off around the house. There's a pile of dishes in the sink and while the laundry is folded, I haven't had time to put it away. I don't remember the last time I cooked dinner that didn't come from the frozen foods section.
When pressed for time when something's gotta give, it seems cooking and cleaning are the first things to go.
Somehow Avo manages to find time to go to the gym, work a full-time job, and cook -- even when he doesn't get home until 8 p.m.
Last night, I was prepared to have cereal for dinner, but he was determined to come up with something more nutritional and satisfying. Using the few ingredients we had in our fridge, he whipped up the best omelette I've had in my life (no kidding) -- eggs, ham, onions, and mushrooms never tasted so good. Or maybe I just appreciated the fact that I was eating a home-cooked meal for a change.
For the past week, I've had plans to cook chili. I have all the ingredients on hand, but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I fear that unless I start cooking soon, I'll forget everything I've learned. I'd hate to come this far only to settle back into my old undomesticated life.
Sometimes I wonder if there are two types of people: those who cook because they love it and those who cook because they have no other choice. Maybe I'm just not hardwired to cook. What do you think?