astrahl

I hate cooking.

I used to love it. When I was still living with my parents, I was ALL about the cooking shows and the chopping and the sauteeing, etc. Now, years later, I have grown to hate it. I made rice the other day and I hated it. The time it takes to prepare a decent meal (vegetarian meal, at that) after coming home from work is too much for me to take.

This hatred has even sprouted a personal dream of mine...to have my own chef. To answer that question, what would you do with a million dollars? I'd hire my own personal chef. I've even started doing some budget checking to see how I could work it in.

Problem is, I am trying to lose weight and my crutch has been the ease and simplicity of prepackaged food. I need to start eating fresher, healthier foods, but the idea of cracking open one of my dozens of veggie cookbooks sends me fleeing in the opposite direction. My husband is also a good cook, but I think he is suffering from the same prepackaged crutch that I am.

Another problem is that, even when I was enjoying cooking, I never liked my own creations. Whether from recipe or off the cuff...I was never pleased with the meals I prepared even though others loved them and complemented me.

I wonder if any of you have had the same, uh ... how to say it? ...<i>lack</i> of passion for cooking. Do you have any suggestions? I am very willing to listen and try to right this situation, I'm just dumbfounded as where to start.

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