Only 4 short weeks and within the last 12 years ago, I would have rather eaten a pair of Reebok Pumps than cook.
I didn’t want to stand on my feet in front of a stove. I didn’t want to expend the brain power necessary for meal planning. I certainly didn’t want to go to schlep my tired self around the grocery store.
Sometimes, when I felt squirrely, I would scribble out a meager meal plan, fill the crockpot the next day, and feel like I had my life together. My ambition would last about 3 days, and the rest of the provisions I had hoarded in the fridge would spoil.
I’m not telling you I’m proud. I’m just telling you that was the reality.
One of my “whys” for selling my business and coming home was to cook for my family, to enjoy cooking again, to love with food, to gather around a table.
I’m doing it!
Drop a 💜 if you LOVE to cook. Does your family have a favorite meal?
Drop a 😭 if you’re struggling. I want to know what’s the hardest part for you.
Amanda Herring, Writer 