Last Sunday I did something I’ve been threatening to do for years, something that required extreme heat, something that required specialized utensils, something completely bizarre and unimaginable which took an hour and 15 minutes.
I cooked all my dinners for the week.
Lately I’ve been so hungry for dinner when I come home that I haven’t been willing to wait 20-30 minutes to cook something healthy and wholesome and all that crap. I’ve been eating TV dinners or stopping at the grocery to buy overpriced sushi. A week ago Sunday I noticed my fridge contained a couple of zucchini and yellow squash in the fresher drawer in danger of going bad, a bag of fish fillets I’d thawed out several days ago, and a chicken breast I’d been meaning to grill for days. “Crap!” I thought. This stuff was either going to go bad or kill me when I did eat it if I didn’t cook it soon. So, I decided to get a little crazy and try a new strategy – I cooked three dinners all at once.
The fish fillets were baking in the oven while I made a stir-fry on the oven top and cooked the chicken breast on the George Foreman grill on the counter. Amazingly, I did not set off my smoke alarm or burn the zucchini. Everything came out fine, smelled delicious, and was promptly scuttled into Tupperware containers and stuffed in the fridge.
Every day last week I came home, zapped a plate in the microwave and ate a home-cooked meal within minutes of arrival. It was almost like having a wife. The experiment has gone so well that now I’m going to try to do this every week. It saves me time planning a meal every night and keeps my stomach from grumbling too loudly at me. Plus, I can’t talk myself out of a good meal by claiming I’m too tired to cook. However, I’m going to need a lot more Tupperware.