I love cooking big complicated meals, and I love cooking with fresh fruits and vegetables, but for me this is a hobby. It's extra. I've read some things about the slow food movement, and my anti-movementarian biases come out pretty strongly: it's good to cook healthy, fresh foods for my family (and, when possible, friends), but I get skittish at the idea of making it a movement. (I don't think this is because I'm too young to know what a movement is.) Especially when "fresh and healthy" is not always all that well correlated with "slow." I see the anti-"fast food" parallelism, but I don't really agree with it. Taking a lot of time to cook can pay off, but some of the best things are fast and easy, too. It's just not that simple a dichotomy.
Add that to the life mantras list, right under "total orderings suck."
markgritter grilled steaks and chicken tonight. I threw fruit and veggies on the table and made lemon masala mushrooms. I suppressed a dozen ideas for things I could do if only I ran to the store and picked up this and julienned that and spent another hour in the kitchen, but I think we were all glad that I didn't. I took a nap this afternoon. Ista went in her crate so that I could lie down on the couch unmolested, so that we could all do grown-up stuff. And she was fine -- she had a nice walk in the evening and people to play with her and so on, and she did not suffer by having her nap in her crate instead of in the household location of her choice. She needs a bit more practice at being alone, and I need a bit more sleep, apparently, or I wouldn't have been able to nap. Generally I can't.
I don't know that there's a coherent message here, except that I'm dealing with some more limitations than usual, either temporarily or permanently. We don't know yet. We hope to get feedback on it soon. It was not a good day to be a Mrissa in some regards, but in others it was a quite fine one. I think drinking more water again and not trying to drag myself into optimism will be good things to add to the list. Sometimes I'm allowed not to be the optimist for awhile, and it's not the same as wallowing in pessimism. Sometimes I'm allowed to have a sucky time and just let it be a sucky time and not have an 18-point contingency plan for how it will cease sucking within the next 57 minutes flat. Nobody is coming around to check my contingency plans. Right? I mean, you're not, are you? Because I'm going to bed, so we'll just have to deal with that in the morning if you are.