My mom god bless her, made dinner just about every night of my life. She not only cooked but made everything from scratch. I never had bottled dressing, sauce, any of that, always mom made. There also was always a salad. I do not think I remember ever a meal we did not have a salad. I totally took that for granted growing up. It's now making my own sauces, and dressings I really appreciate all the effort she went to to make us delicious healthy dinners. I guess it's true we all turn into our mom's because lately I want to make everything and always serve dinner with a salad...with dressing I made. If only I could replicate hers! It's seriously simple but mine never tastes the same. I am pretty sure she puts magic on there she is not owning up to.
I want to cut corners, swap things, but instead I just adjust the portions. I think maybe my unemployment project should be the eat heavy cream and lose weight cookbook. Cooking is a great challenge though because you can't be afraid or hung up on perfection. That's for baking which I am not dipping my toes into yet. If I start baking someone stage an intervention because that will just be a covert way for me to eat my feelings.
I guess me point in all this is, don't be afraid to make things you love and enjoy it. You might end up eating less, and being happier then with your grilled chicken and steamed veggies. Pasta never killed anyone. It was not having it that did.
Tonight's adventure, another Joy The Baker recipe, and this kale salad. Not sure I can get down with a brown butter dressing. BUTTER DRESSING?! Whaaaaaaat? Mind blown.