I think the best part of cooking at home is the art of relaxing I've learned after the dinner. Plus, we get to spend more time together and with the pups. The worst part of cooking at home is the clean up. I have to be the messiest cook on the face of the planet. It's like a one woman Iron Chef competition every time I cook... there's food slinging and bubbling over; utensils being twirls with both hands while balancing on one foot; and timers beeping in every direction (when I remember to set them... usually it's a guessing game of "is that really golden brown?" when I bake)!
It's been 21 days... three weeks, and cooking is becoming more a second nature than a chore. I will say I am very tempted to give up and say I gave it my best go, but it's a good feeling to know I am sticking with my plan. I am building a great rapport with will power. Now I hope to take this strength I'm building and apply it to other aspects of my life.
Tonight we are having homemade mac & cheese. Troy's favorite dish in the entire world. It was easy, and much better than trying to tell the people at The Fish Place that I don't want coleslaw. AND I am sitting on the couch, blogging, watching One Life to Live, and waiting on dinner.
I'm going to prepare the plates and utensils. If nothing else, I am holding true to the traditions my grandparents and parents established for our family and taking care of what's mine with yummy meals and quality time.
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