I’ve gone back and forth about this one. Part of me absolutely detests doing it. I actually get some anxiety when I take too long to plan things out, when I don’t know where I’m going to go with a particular meal or group of meals.
Buttttttt…. when it does work out, when I find a few different meals to make for the week that will last me at least those handful of days (and likely more) it’s a true feeling of accomplishment.
Typically, the height of this feeling is when I’ll plan two or three meals for a 3-4 day window. One of those meals is likely a staple, something I have all the time and always love. Another will be a new-ish recipe, something I’ve only tried a handful of times but have loved every time. And lastly, there’s the one that’s a total new one. Of course, they all have the theme of spicy/soup/stew/Italian-or-Mexican because I don’t really do much in the way of culinary exploration.
There’s also the thrill, admittedly it’s one that’s worn away as I’ve grown older and more accustomed to it, of being able to do it on a budget. Not a fixed, I-can’t-do-this-if I-spend-that-type budget, but one that still makes you feel good if you divide Meals Made/Money Spent and get around $8 or $9.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Knowing that you want to eat something, having food and time on your side and not being able to decide what you want because you are either too lazy or too indecisive about everything (or both).
scott spinelli 