Despite being 32 years old, it would appear that neither Tim nor I can feed ourselves very reliably. (I’m sure Tim would take this moment to protest that he has a whopping 29 days left of being 31 still.)
I really just don’t enjoy cooking. I like having cooked. I like not spending money on fast food. But I do not enjoy, nor do I excel at, creating a menu, making sure all the ingredients are there, and otherwise fiddling with the details.
But, if we ever want to get ahead financially, we have no choice but to stick a toe back into the water of joint meal preparation. Simply trying to have food options around isn’t working out, and we’re still spending far too much on fast food/convenience food.
Between the two of us, Tim and I make life difficult for ourselves menu-wise. He has a sensitive stomach and quite literally cann’t keep down food that he doesn’t particularly want to eat. I, on the other hand, don’t eat red meat and don’t particularly like seafood. Which leaves a rather small window of menu options.
None of this would be such a pain if I weren’t so damned picky. I don’t eat red meat and I don’t particularly like seafood, which leaves me with either fowl or beans/rice as a protein source. That severely limits one’s menu choices.
Then there’s the fact that I really didn’t grow up eating a vegetable side dish at each meal. Well, really, I didn’t eat many side dishes. Generally, we ate soups and other things you can make in a slow cooker. So I have to make a concerted effort to put more veggies in our diet.
I guess it’s back to the Internet search for chicken and turkey slow cooker recipes. Or simple baking recipes. In the end, I think we just need to find about 7 or so dishes that we like, and try to alternate them over a two week or so period.
Then it’s just a matter of making sure I have the energy, we have the ingredients and it sounds edible to Tim.
Seriously, how does anyone ever feed himself reliably?