Inspiration: Asparagus

A simple bundle of asparagus,
Bought because it was on sale.
And I did something I rarely do-
Cooked a couple meals for myself.

Those who know me well,
Will attest to the fact that I am an unwilling chef.
I don't really hate cooking,
And I am definitely not bad at it when I try my hand.
I don't love it though...
It is not to me a creative outlet like others I know.

Mostly, I just don't see the point in making all that effort,
And taking the trouble to prepare dinner for one.
Its easier, quicker, more efficient,
To exist on frozen dinners and takeout.
Than deal with the mound of dishes and clean-up,
Not to mention expended energy and thought,
That preparing a meal requires.

But I have been trying to eat home more often,
And not just by subsisting on ready to eat meals,
But occasionally making the effort to cook for myself.
So, a dinner of pasta with the asparagus worked out really well.

The sauce was an invention-based on the ingredients in my fridge,
And the vagaries of my taste buds.
Not spicy enough-okay, lets add some hot sauce.
Not quite the right texture-a spoonful of soy sauce.
And so on.
The lack of mushrooms in my pantry was sad,
But I made do, and my meal was excellent and satisfying.

Simple as such. But it took time to make.
There were veggies to chop.
Dishes/utensils/implements to wash.
But I actually did derive some pleasure from the process,
And I don't mean just the eating.
A sense of satisfaction and achievement lingered,
Long after I had made and consumed my meal.
I surely will not do it every night.
But I will no longer scoff at those who extol the virtues of cooking either!