So it's been a full year for me since changing my eating/exercise habits for the better, and I've been really reflecting on how it's all changed for me. One big thing I noticed (which is less obvious than some things that have happened for me) is that I cook now. All the time. I almost never go out to eat. If it were up to me completely, I would never go out to eat. They charge you too much, half the time they screw up your order, and you have a limited range of choices that are on their menu. When I cook at home, the sky's the limit. I can cook anything as long as the ingredients are available at my supermarket (or on the internet if I plan ahead) and as long as I have the appropriate cookware (though I've improvised when I don't, with pretty good results). When I do go out to eat, it's for the social aspect and the "out on the town" factor more than the food.
This is a complete 180 for me. There was a time not too long ago in my life that I was always thinking about the next time I would go out to eat, that massive amounts of food would rot in my fridge and takeout containers would spill out of my trashcan with a veangance. What happened to me? I had gotten fat on Hot Pockets, mac n cheese, and Doritos, hardly culinary wonders. I ate my food salty, prepackaged, and processed.
I started out reading these forums for ideas for how to mimick old easy comfort foods with the least cooking required. I was interested in the least effort, the most result. I cooked directly from recipes and felt lost without them. I grumbled about the more expensive ingredients and tried to get along without them (non-traditional student on a tight budget). And somewhere along the way, it happened. I fell in love with cooking. Before I knew it, I was spending long hours researching different preparations, different vegetables, world cuisines, anything as long as it was related to cooking. I made things low-carb when they weren't and saved 100s of recipes to my computer recipe folder, organizing them into dozens of subfolders -- a recipe box. Then one day, I stopped needing recipes. I could eyeball it. I baked a few cheesy casseroles with recipes and then discovered that I could "feel out" the porportions. Now I just throw them together in my oven. Same with soups. I can make a soup out of anything now as long as I have a pot, water (or broth), and something to put in it. And things actually come out tasting good.
That's my story. So I got to thinking that this must be fairly common. So are there any of you out there who went through something similar? Or am I just strange.
Well, I know I am strange, but you know what I mean...
This is a complete 180 for me. There was a time not too long ago in my life that I was always thinking about the next time I would go out to eat, that massive amounts of food would rot in my fridge and takeout containers would spill out of my trashcan with a veangance. What happened to me? I had gotten fat on Hot Pockets, mac n cheese, and Doritos, hardly culinary wonders. I ate my food salty, prepackaged, and processed.
I started out reading these forums for ideas for how to mimick old easy comfort foods with the least cooking required. I was interested in the least effort, the most result. I cooked directly from recipes and felt lost without them. I grumbled about the more expensive ingredients and tried to get along without them (non-traditional student on a tight budget). And somewhere along the way, it happened. I fell in love with cooking. Before I knew it, I was spending long hours researching different preparations, different vegetables, world cuisines, anything as long as it was related to cooking. I made things low-carb when they weren't and saved 100s of recipes to my computer recipe folder, organizing them into dozens of subfolders -- a recipe box. Then one day, I stopped needing recipes. I could eyeball it. I baked a few cheesy casseroles with recipes and then discovered that I could "feel out" the porportions. Now I just throw them together in my oven. Same with soups. I can make a soup out of anything now as long as I have a pot, water (or broth), and something to put in it. And things actually come out tasting good.
That's my story. So I got to thinking that this must be fairly common. So are there any of you out there who went through something similar? Or am I just strange.
Well, I know I am strange, but you know what I mean...





2/24/10
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