Automatic for the people.
I’m hungry.
Right now, my stomach is growling and I ought to go eat something. But getting up, walking to the kitchen, staring into cupboards and fridge…nah. Don’t wanna.
My demand-feeding has been sidetracked for a while now due almost exclusively to my laziness. It takes planning and thinking to figure out what I might want to eat and to prep it and pack it all up and I’m just not interested. So, I’ve been rotating the same couple of breakfasts, the same couple of dinners (which is kind of a misnomer, because some stuff stuck in a pita isn’t really a ‘dinner’ so much as ’stuff stuck in a pita’), and the exact same lunch every day.
Even my snacks are routine now. Yogurt and granola. Apple and cheese. Protein bar. Repeat as needed.
I’m bored with food, bored with thinking about it, prepping it, packing it. Bored with dishes and shopping. Bored, bored, bored.
Soon I’m going to be existing solely on fruit and crackers and iced coffee and then the rickets will set in and it will be my own silly fault.
Anyone know where to get one of those food replicators from Star Trek?
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I have to admit, this is one of my concerns as well. I am not a cook and get cranky in the kitchen. Yet I know a lot of my demand feeding will require effort from me. I don’t know if I’d be able to keep it up.
Good luck figuring it out for yourself. And I am sure you will - your perseverance is admirable.
mmmm, pita, they don’t have pitas in this god forsaken country.
I sometimes still go through this. A visit to a gourmet market or deli often gets me inspired again, but part of this process is about coming to terms with the fact that not every meal is going to be a “10″ and that sometimes it’s just about getting some fuel into the machine until inspiration hits again.
The husband and I fall into this rut also, seeing as neither of us possess the talents nor the aspiration to cook. We go to the grocery store and buy scads of food, only to come home and open the cupboards dumbly wondering what it is we just bought.
Usually cooking is left up to me because if I didn’t, we’d be eating veggie chicken patties and french fries every night. But the past couple weeks, I’ve been busy at work till late and so have foistered the cooking onto the boy. It’s such a small relief not to have to wonder about what to fix, how to creatively fix it, etc… He hasn’t done too bad, either. He’s made veggie taco salads and rice, and veggie chili from scratch.
When I’m not motivated to assemble a real meal, and just can’t be arsed to care, I find that Trader Joe’s is my savior. I can, at the very least, toss a few things in the microwave and feel good about the fact that I’ve fended off scurvy for one more day.
(But, come on — “stuff in a pita” is totally an acceptable meal! Unless it’s, like, a Twinkie in a pita.)
I’m a terrible cook, and although my husband cooks, that “bored” stage sets in every few months. I’ll go through a week or so where it’s simply too much trouble to eat; choosing and washing and cooking and eating and then having to do it all again a couple of hours later. What a pain. I’m guessing it’s a normal thing to have happen.
Short-term listener, first-time caller. Hi!
I second your boredom. I’m an awful cook but can’t be bothered to learn, even after a summer of grazing “meals” of peanuts, cheese curds (thanks, Trader Joe’s!), celery stalks and the like. Man cannot live on prepackaged Indian food alone! (Except I do.)
I kind of hope that soon enough I’ll be driven to the breaking point and learn to be a “real person” with regard to meal prep… or at least start eating out more often rather than buying a bunch of individual ingredients from the grocery store that never get put into a coherent whole!
You know, I don’t actually have a problem with the stuff-in-a-pita thing being a part of demand feeding. Isn’t the point to give your body what it wants, when it wants it? Your body has other priorities right now. I don’t think there is really anything wrong with that. My priorities have shifted lately because it’s too damn hot to do much of anything in the kitchen. You’ll get bored with pitas the same yogurt for breakfast when you’re good and ready.
I’m with Sony, I think phases like this are all part of the process. Sometimes food is just fuel, after all. When you have a strong desire for something, you’ll respond to it.
Maybe I’m the odd one out here, but when it comes to food, structure and sameness are very comforting. My dietician recently commented that I’d eaten the same thing for lunch *every weekday for a month*. I loved it, it kept me from eating out, and frankly, I liked knowing exactly what I was going to get at X time. When you tire of the routine, you’ll switch up. No worries. Your body’s getting what it wants at the moment.
Much as I love food and cooking, I get tired of thinking about it too. So I’ll eat some frozen things, order Chinese, etc. Don’t force it; this too shall pass!