I like cooking but I hate to cook,
if that makes sense?
I like to chop, stir and taste, especially to taste.
I like the smell,
and the theatricality of throwing a kitchen rag over your shoulder to check on the oven.
I like playing that game at the table, where you’re forcing the other person to guess the ingredients?
“nope, it’s not thyme, try again babe, you made that joke last time”
but I hate to cook.
I particularly hate waiting.
what do I do with all of that passive time between the chopping and the checking and the tasing? (especially the tasting)
wait for another line to appear around my eyes?
why spend 2 hours cooking something that’s going to take you 2 minutes to chew? it’s highly impractical.
so anyway.
yesterday I spent 2 hours writing 520 words,
they were good words, great words even.
I wrote and re-wrote, wrote and re-wrote, wrote and re-wrote…
for the person that never asked, that’s 15 seconds per word, highly impractical.
I spent 2 hours writing a 2 minute read.
I might as well have spent my time saving fish from drowning.
It takes courage not to be discouraged.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
today is day 242 of the year, there are 123 days remaining of 2022
