Barefoot Princess

I am NOT a good cook.

Okay, it's not that I'm a bad cook...I'm a lazy cook. I work all day and I don't WANT to come and try and throw together a lavish dinner. Watching Barefoot Contessa and all of those other freakishly talented women (aliens?) rub my nose in it all the time. I don't know how to cook healthily, either. I grew up on boiled dinner, cheeeeeeeeese, fried pork chops, fried/mashed/boiled potatoes, Miracle Whip, cornbread, chili, full fat ice cream, etc. My parents didn't start eating right until Himself had open-heart surgery when I was in college.

When in college NO ONE eats healthy food. Alcohol, pizza and subs are pretty much the daily diet. If you were poor (and duh, we all were, we needed all of our money for beer), it was mac & cheese, baked potatoes with butter stolen from the caf and soda. Bleh.

I've started visiting allrecipes.com and Mimi's Cyber Kitchen. My mission is to become the Barefoot Princess but without all the calories. Because let me tell you, Ina does NOT cut calories (6 sticks of room temperature butter just for one sheet cake's icing? Just set up a crash cart for her guests next to the bar, please). I'm going to go to the grocery store and pick up a list of basics and break out the recipes. My goal is to spend Sundays cooking for the week. We'll see how that goes.

Work sucked today (what else is new). Got a slap on the paw for being Rude. Whateverrrrrrrrrrr. When I'm telling someone to look in the mail for fifty cents because they need to call someone who cares, well then they can call me rude. Until then, butt OUT. I do my job, I do it well, and I do not need to be micromanaged.

List of things making me anxious today:

1) Work. It's only going to be worse starting November 1st, and will run all the way through the end of January. Overtime, triple the work...kill me now.

2) Getting older. I'm not that old, and when people guess my age, it's about 10 years younger than what I really am. I don't look my age at all, but my body is starting to get all those crappy aches and pains. I've heard good things about Glucosamine being good for the joints. My joints are okay, but I want them to stay that way, too.

3) Dinner. It's supposed to be Taco night but I forgot the taco seasoning, and I don't want to go out again. Yup, lazy. (shut-up, I can hear you nodding)

4) My husband said he wants things between us to be the way they used to be. I forgot to ask him if he meant when I waited on him hand and foot and he pounced me just because we happened to be passing in the hallways, him being on drugs and me being paranoid, or when he was in detox and rehab and all we could do was talk on the phone. *shrug* I just want to be happy with him and vice versa. Relationships are so complex, and it seems like we hardly know each other somedays.

So I'm going to go open the cupboard doors 6-7 times and see if there's by any chance taco seasoning. I know there isn't but I'll do it anyways.

*starts making a tinfoil tiara*