I hate to cook. It is an act that tends to require some sort of creativity. Well, not even that, it requires one to have a plethora of ingredients on hand (and by plethora, I mean variety). If anyone were to see the lack of food inside my pantry or refrigerator, they would be ashamed. Naturally, I love to eat…just prefer not having to devise the meal (nor make it) myself.
As I am typing this, I am watching yesterday’s episode of The Pioneer Woman (with Ree Drummond). Every time I watch her show, a part of me (rather small part mind you) gets an interest to cook. She makes it look so darn fun and easy. Don’t mind the fact that she has a huge kitchen, fresh vegetables ….and her own show…and cookbook….oh and you might have heard of her blog. Anyway, back to me….so it’s the lack of motivation to put any effort into being creative with my meals. Ugh, very boring and frustrating to eat the same meals over and over.
Tonight was fortunately an exception. I made stew…well, sort of made it. I’m one of those clueless people who go down the aisles of grocery stores having no idea what I’m doing. For whatever reason, I got the idea in my head that I wanted to make stew. Fine, whatever…simple enough. I make my way over to the area with packaged meats. I see a package of long strips of meat. Hmm, that looks good….oh wait, that says fajita meat. Small chunks of meat catch my eye–and it says Stew Meat on the label. Bingo. That was easy. Now, um, what else goes with the meat….right-sauce. Fast forward, and I check out with stew sauce mix (love when it’s right there on the package for cooking-challenged people like me), meat, some Ozarka water and package of frozen vegetables. I don’t have patience for slicing the potatoes and all that. I should, but I don’t. I get home and unload the bags. I scan the directions for the sauce….notice I said scan as reading directions completely doesn’t run in my family. My “concoction” turned out okay…a little salty but not bad. Of course, I’m the opposite of my Mom and only use one pot….a crock pot. I threw the ingredients in there and kept checking on it. Seeing as how I like to see glass half full, it was not a sandwich or anything from a fast food restaurant…so on that note, it was a success. But I don’t anticipate Ree calling me anytime soon for the recipe.
Until my next attempt at cooking…
Helpless in Norman