Cooking, Or Lack There Of, With A Newborn | Straight Talk
I'm slightly ashamed.
But only slightly.
Obviously, not enough to not share with the blogshere.
So here it goes: I cooked/baked for the first time last Friday since Carsen was born.
He's seven weeks old.
That's 47 days.
I can just imagine your eyes rolling and sarcastic comments under your breath.
I won't make too many excuses.
But you see, I never was much of a cook.
Before Carsen, when it was just the two of us, Kevin did most of the cooking.
I am more of an assistant to my husband when he lets me in the kitchen.
But once Carsen came, the thought of cooking became obsolete.
For a few days I'd even forget eating all together because I was so consumed with baby.
I cannot tell the difference between Monday and Wednesday or Tuesday and Saturday anymore.
And I no longer count the days in hours.
I only know the time as it pertains to when Carsen needs to eat.
And by his 7 p.m. feeding the day is nearly over, and I in no way have enough energy to make a dinner that will sustain Kevin and me.
So we order out.
Thankfully take away costs the same or even less than cooking your own food. [TIA baby!]
I did start making myself breakfast.
Instead, I roast seasoned potatoes, and scramble eggs with sauteed mushrooms, peppers and tomatoes.
I'm no Julia Childs but I'm fairly proud of my non-cooking self.
We head back to the states on the 11th of July [a week from today!] to introduce Carsen to the United States of America.
Food will be provided in all it's glory and I won't have to cook for another 2.5 months. OK, maybe a few times, but I won't be alone in the kitchen.
But once we come back, I won't have the excuse of having a new baby to throw around.
I'll make the long walk back into the kitchen and try to get creative.
Recipes are welcome.
Leave a comment if you have a good one!
And just so everyone knows, I baked banana muffins.
About 5 minutes of prep time, and 20 minutes baking.
I didn't say I slaved over what I baked.