The overriding theme of a freelance household is often just that — feast or famine — and right now we’re in the latter. Monetary, not literal famine, of course, seeing as we live in Manhattan and not Equatorial Guinea.
Anyway, recently, my food goal is just to get us fed, as cheaply as possible, while sacrificing as few principles as I can. So, a lot of dried beans, organic milk if I can find it at Target, but FreshDirect thinks I’ve moved to Jersey.
Overall, it does not make for an interesting or inspiring food blog, let me tell you.
And frankly? It’s more than a little depressing.
Yeah, fine, it’s just a lean time and the easiest budget to cut is food, lots of people have lives so much worse than mine, people in third-world countries would weep with joy to have my quote-unquote problems, I should be grateful, blah blah blah… but y’know what? I miss buying and preparing food I actually looked forward to. I’m tired of well, I guess I can make do with what I have on hand meals. I miss eating cheese that actually tastes like something. And, sweet fancy Moses, am I tired of finding new ways to cook beans.
And then I remember the first part of that paragraph and feel like a sad, whiny jerk.
(Wow, I think I can actually hear myself losing readers with this post.)
Anyway, yeah, not a lot of interesting cooking- or recipe-related content these days for gezellig-girl.com.
But hey, that 38% of you who picked “gezellig*girl’s life” from the “What subjects do you want hear more about?” poll?
You are so in luck.