Month of Solitude: Day Five – where does all the time go?

For the first time I’ve realised a small snag. This all started well; I’d got off to a flying start by preparing lunch for work, dividing up larger purchases and eating pretty well. After the terrific start with beef tartare (twice to use up the ingredients while they were fresh) I carried on the good work with one of my favourites. I do like lamb and Nigel had some good looking lamb chops in the shop. I like to do them with a roast sweet potato (roast two at the same time to save a few minutes on another night) and served up with sweetcorn and some Harissa dressing. I love the well-cooked fat on the chop with a crisp outside and a still-juicy layer underneath.

Already the prepared lunch fell apart because I’d forgotten to bring home the container from the night before and I’d not shopped in preparation anyway. From never having to worry about these things I realised I have to plan. Failure to plan is costly in monetary terms – I end up buying a lunch, health terms – I end up buying something that isn’t as good for me or as filling, and in time terms – I need to get up earlier to be able to visit the supermarket to buy something. There will be people at home who see this as stating the obvious but I hadn’t realised.

This evening i wanted to go out to watch the football with a friend. It meant I had to leave the office on time. Get home and feed the dog, change and get out in time for kickoff. Oh! I’ve forgotten having some dinner. There isn’t time to cook something, I haven’t got anything prepared so I end up buying a snack on the way home which is just so unhealthy.

Being on your own takes away the support that being part of a family gives you. In my case it halves the chances of everything going smoothly. We share the shopping and the cooking but actually we do it in a way that allows the other person to get on with their normal life: running late?…no problem, forgotten to shop?…no problem.

I’m realising the truth of the saying “time is money”. How a single parent of a young child manages I have no idea. They could get a job in project management if they manage to avoid the fast food, convenience food trap that yawns before them every day.

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About justaukcook

/kʊk/ Not a chef, not an epicure, not a foodie. Just one who likes to prepare food – What really happens in the kitchen and on the high street is what I write about. Follow me on Twitter @Justaukcook and on https://www.facebook.com/justaukcook
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