control freak monster and psycho hypochondraic woman that i am.... it has taken me an almost invalid arm to do something i was resisting for a while now.... i hired a cook!! yeah!! i know, having a food blog made it all the more difficult.... but i had no choice...and much as i wanted to say that i am adjusting to passably made food etc..... i would be lying if i didnt say "I LOVE IT"
now with that out of the way, i can help make you green eyed and jealous about how i now go for a walk every morning(well most mornings of course), watch tv!!, call my mother everyday and dont rush her to speak fast cos something on the stove is burning, read the papers, attempt the crossword, and get served breakfast wherever i am sitting!
after months and months of debate, i decided, i wouldnt be any less the enthusiastic cook or diminish my skills as the keeper of my home..... infact K actively pushed me towards it cos god knows the poor man had an instant noodle overdose when i was laid up in bed. its not so much that i didnt want to hire someone... it was just that i couldnt make up my mind about wanting to slave drive my poor arm into numbness or have someone help me...
for almost a month, my regular maid, had pity on me and would roll out rotis (which was forbidden by the doc) and chop veggies, but on the days when i had an early day at work, or something else cropped up, we'd go back to ordering take away.... spending far more money than i wish to acknowledge....
a few things apart from having someone else feed my beloved k haunted me... like how would i manage two maids? will they get at each other? and in a one up womanship will they make life miserable first thing in the morning for me? will i like what she makes? will k like what she makes?
after all this nonsensical debate, i finally just called a few, interviewed them and hired one.
its been 4 weeks. so far, no one is dead!! she makes us breakfast and lunch. i rustle up an easy dinner once i am back from work. it has been so much better not just for my arm and neck, it freed up enough time from the morning for me to take up yoga!
while on account of the food.... this is where i learn to let go. tell myself that its ok for the food to not be perfect or for me to be less fastidious. that she can make what she knows to make and we will be grateful for the food she packs for us. plus that i am making far too much of a fuss over this!!
i enjoy cooking yes. and i can indulge when i want to, or have to. so then there.... i've said it....