Domestic Diva...

In an effort to not only reduce some of my spending, but also to attempt to eat healthier, I went grocery shopping last night. This may not seem like such a huge feat to you, however as I have only gone maybe three times in the past year, it is kind of a big deal for me.

Generally if my friends come over to my house, they know if they even think that hunger might strike, they need to bring food over... or we will go out to eat. Whenever JP flies into town she will stop at the store on the way to my house to ensure that she has at least a few things to nibble on. If you want something… anything really… to drink, we have you covered… beyond that you are on your own.

Last night I decided to try this thing called “cooking”. I have seen my roommate use the oven to cook, and in fact I used it this last weekend to heat up pre-made appetizers for the party at our house. Please don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t know how to cook.

When I lived with a guy, I cooked often. I baked often… I came to the realization while living with him that the reason that my mother must have baked so much while growing up is because it’s rather therapeutic. It’s like the Buddhist Monks who rake the gravel… it gives you something to do while your mind ponders the things that might be difficult to otherwise just “think” about. When you busy your body with a task your mind is able to actually focus on your thoughts…

Also when you busy your body with cooking and cleaning, they are both viable reasons to not do homework. It truly is amazing how clean my room is, everything in the closet ironed, all laundry done, house vacuumed and now food being made… all in my mind as important and viable reasons as to why I can’t get to my homework “right now”.

So last night I stopped by Trader Joe’s on my way home purchasing the ingredients needed for the various recipes I had printed off while at work. (I had a free moment, I swear.) Only to find out the TJ’s doesn’t carry lasagna noodles… (why is that?!?) So I headed next to Albertson’s to get the few requisite things left to purchase…

I always worry while preparing lasagna that I am not going to have enough of one thing or the other… so of course I over-prepared everything. I ended up baking two full pans of lasagna. I will be eating lasagna for days… if anyone wants to come over for dinner, just let me know… bring your friends… I have plenty.

While it was baking I vacuumed and cleaned up the reminder of the miscellany from the party on Saturday night. Note to self: glitter confetti does not a good post-party clean up item make…

The lasagna was done, my roommate came home we chatted… and amazingly I got not one shred of homework completed… sad sad sad. But through school I am learning a few very important things… such as how to cook and clean (and not just pretending to while wearing a little sumthin’ sumthin’ outfit) and the art of procrastination… although I do believe I may have my doctorate in that already…