J’ai Faim

I hate how hungry my job makes me. It’s not always a physically tasking position (although there is always New Student Orientation and those darned meetings all over the place) but it is an emotionally and energy draining one. Perhaps my running of this blog while I eagerly await students with some SERIOUS issues (anything other than “I’m failing and I don’t know why… Attendance? What does attendance have to do with it?” would do really) is not the best tactic for solving the issue.

The sad this is that by the time I get home I’m too tired to cook all the lovely things I see online and in my magazines or to think of anything on my own. So I make soup in the crockpot or live off the everlasting grace that is the fact that my Indo/Chinese Apo lives with me. I stave off the hunger for better food while biking (a decent average of 35mph for 60-80 min) and then watching TV or simply face planting (as easily as one can in a loft bed) and getting in just barely enough of an REM-cycle before waking up and starting another day. It’s not an existence I’m particularly fond of.

I’m not complaining, however. Having a job in this area at the amounts I’m making is nothing to sneeze at and I am putting away a considerable amount for another step forward in life as soon as I decide what that will be and how much it will cost. But whatever it is there had better be more time to cook involved because I honestly feel lost without a day or two with no one in the house, my poor leaking fridge (he’s older than I am!), and a head full of plans to just cook and cook and cook. I used to do that a lot. It was fun. It was fulfilling. I miss it. Now I go to people’s houses nearly empty handed (going completely empty handed would just be rude) and I feel… Naked.

I titled this post “J’ai Faim” not only because I literally am hungry and ready to leave this place and go home for dinner but because I feel empty. I supposed I’m not the only one out there like this. Not people who feel like if they haven’t cooked they are on vacation but people who feel like cooking IS their vacation.

I don’t have Gma duty this weekend (although I do have students and a trip to Nando’s (Yay!) on Sunday) so that means I should schedule some vacation time. Friday is about to become cooking day. And I take the GastroGasms pledge as follows:

The GastroGasms Pledge

I pledge to take time out of my week to take part in the sacred art of creating at least one dish or recipe that I have not tried before.

I pledge to take this act of creation very seriously.

I pledge to look for more meaning in my life.

I believe that cooking has the power to heal our souls and our relationships with others and I pledge do my best to perfect my skills in the kitchen so that I can begin the healing process. As a part of this I pledge to share what I make with those who are special to me and to new friends that I will make in the process of sharing my experiences.

And I pledge to be awesome at all times throughout the process.

Take the pledge with me and let’s do some serious cooking!

Here is what I’m thinking to try this weekend:

Breakfast Bread: I’ve been falling behind on my project/promise to make more breads this year.

Find the pasta machine in the basement and USE IT (Pasta Verde)

French Onion Soup (This recipe happens to be a crockpot recipe, which would be nice too. I happen to love this soup and haven’t had it in years. And I’m not a huge soup person.)

What about you, Dear Reader? What will you be making this weekend? Do you have a Pledge? Have you taken the GastroGasms Pledge? Tell us! Share with us! Join Us… Okay, that sounded a little creepy. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean for it to get awkward and creepy there.

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