Due to all the other events that happened in the final three months of 2011 I think I really neglected talking about living on my own. Sure, I had a post or two, but I don't think I have really talked about it. Then again I don't remember what I write so I might. Regardless, today's post is about living on my own and food.
When I lived at my dad's I ate about two meals a day. I've never had a need to eat all day or snack as I would eat one small meal and then a lot of dinner. That was then.
Currently food is something that is becoming difficult for me. I do have food, but it is all in soup and other canned ready to be made foods like Chef Boyardee. The problem with this is that I can eat, but then 30-60 minutes later I feel worse than when I ate and then I get even hungrier.
So I'm in a pickle right now; I need to make better meals but I have no cooking skills. Rob sent me two books for Christmas, Where's Mom Now That I Need Her? and Food Network's How To Boil Water: life beyond takeout. I need to get reading on the cookbook, but the problem is that, just as I have no idea how to use tools of any sort, I too have no idea how to read a recipe. On top of that I have a slight phobia of cooking, well, not the cooking itself but the gray area decision making that goes into cooking. I panic when a soup can reads, "Cook 2-3 minutes or until warm." What is it? Is it 2? 3? Or before 2? Also, what constitutes warm?
The weekends are the hardest days for me to handle meals. Yesterday I think I ate five different small meals. I started with a bowl of cereal, then I had a frozen meal of five cheese rigatoni, after that a bowl of soup, then Chef Boyardee ravioli and after all that I had to have a cup of chili and then before bed another bowl of cereal and then a cheese tortilla. I don't think I ever had that many meals in a day, but I never felt as if I had had enough to eat.
So the saga will continue on. Since I started writing this I've started to feel rather ill and have sneezed four times so maybe I am getting sick and if that's the case maybe that explains yesterday's food issues. Regardless of that I know I want different meals that I can turn to. I have yet to turn on the stove or buy any meal that isn't in a can or frozen. It's something I want to do though even though I have no knowledge of how to do so. As it stands though, right now, all cooking is French to me (ha!) and I don't know my tsp. from my sliced, diced, and chunked.