I have gone two weeks without cooking. I am not going to lie, it was niiiice. My mom barely cooks herself, so I was begging her to cook some old time favorites of mine. But, the rest of the time? Oy.
I was living on Buffalo Wild Wings, In-n-Out Burger (actually, I hit them up practically everyday for lunch. We don't have them in Texas so I had to take advantage), Chik-fil-A, Cantina Laredo and the list goes on. Point is, remember I gave up fast food? But my mom doesn't cook and she is one of those that skips dinner. So, I had to make do on my own.
The best part is I didn't gain a pound. Holla!
Then I came back to Dallas and decided to cook some stir-fry up for me and Cowboy.
Is it just me or when you haven't picked up a pot in awhile, all your cooking skills are kind of like, "what do we do here?"
So I cooked and it tasted like crap. I was embarrassed that I cooked it. I should have thrown out the leftovers but when you have no job, blah, blah. I was eating it again for leftovers and it was worse.
It's so hard to get back into a saddle, again.