For my whole life I have been spoiled when it comes to eating. And eating healthy I mean. My mother tops all in the kitchen. I can always count on her to whip up the best meal for me after I get off work. Spoon to mouth at twenty-two. I know I'm pathetic. But who doesn't like someone doing something for them. She even cuts apples in a way I could never master. Yet, moving away from home has put me in a bind. I'm constantly stressed if I am eating enough vitamins and if the chicken is cooked completely. Lost in the kitchen sums it up. I wouldn't say I have given up completely but I didn't give cooking a fair shot. A lot of the time I am eating alone since my fiance doesn't get off work until late at night. Who wants to cook a meal to eat alone? Not me! I know with time I will pick it up. But is it fair to say that I will never like cooking. Or enjoy it at that. I'm settling with the idea that I'm no expert. I think we all weren't born with Betty Crocker's blood. I have resorted to eating things that are less of a hassle or going out to eat. A failure in the kitchen. I'm not okay with that title so I have to fix it. We went out for sushi last night. We ordered the monkey roll. Yum! Shrimp, avocado, and cream cheese with banana on top drizzled in chocolate. I was in heaven. Who would have thought to throw chocolate in the mix? That person is a genius. Of course I love my sushi with chipotle sauce. My tongue was confused by all the madness going on in my mouth but no complaints. The night before I made my dinner. Cereal with strawberry yogurt topped with banana. I was proud that I put the effort in cutting the banana for presentation purposes.
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