When you work full time, contribute to a blog, run a small non-profit and and live a frenetic city life, it’s a small victory to get a home-cooked dinner on the table at night. The new sad truth is, most nights I don’t.
I used to work from home and when I did, I savored dinner plans. I took time to think about what would taste good or ask Andy what he had a hankering for. I’d search for recipes online, leisurely scroll through blogs and cookbooks until I found the right recipe, meticulously make a grocery list, wander through the aisles of Whole Foods, and savor dinner prep with a glass of wine. Elaborate home-cooked meals would just be coming out of the oven or off the stove as Andy stepped foot inside the door. He was spoiled. And so was I.
Andy works a demanding job in finance with long hours and all-hours conference calls that leave him completely sapped at the end of each day. He has been patient with me as I navigate this new world—essentially working two and half jobs, which means I just don’t have the energy or time to cook like I used to.
These days it’s a miracle if we can pull on our shoes and get out the door to a restaurant. Or flip open the laptop to order from Seamless Web.
But no matter how tired you are, there’s only so much you can go out for dinner or order take-out before you really just want something from your own kitchen. Something simple.
What I once relished, I now find to be a nearly impossible multi-step task. As a food blogger and even just a cook, it’s not easy to admit that, but it’s true. At least for now.
There. I’ve said it.
The other day, Andy and I had both maxed out on restaurants and take-out. Together we made the easiest thing we could: a frittata. With some of our favorite things. It came together quickly, tasted delicious and was cleaned up in a few minutes. And the best part was, we couldn’t have ordered it at restaurant or gotten it take out. And for me these days, that’s the best kind of meal.