COOKBLOCKED: A Dilemma
Friends, it has been a very long while. I’m so sorry. The terrible truth is I’ve been suffering from a bit of writer’s block, which has stemmed from an even deeper affliction: cook’s block.
I have not been creative in the kitchen. Cooking has, for the first time in my life, become a chore. I’ve been pushing myself to do it, and while I still make things that are nutritious and pleasant enough to eat, it’s been a long time since I’ve created something that gives me that warm tingly smugness that true deliciousness brings.
I have to do something about it. I’ve been pondering a while, and I think the underlying causes boil down to a few key issues:
- Not enough time. I work full time now, and quickly fill my evening and weekends with social engagements and gym and errands and suddenly grabbing an hour or two to cook and clean up afterwards seems almost impossible. HOW DO PEOPLE WITH CHILDREN DO IT?? I truly have no idea.
- A new kitchen that doesn’t quite feel like mine (yet). I’ve moved into a lovely new house with a lovely new housemate, and while the kitchen is quite beautiful, I’m yet to get to grips with it fully. Where is the spatula? Where is the colander? What does the oven MEAN when it says “self-clean”, exactly? Is there a little gnome who lives in there who cleans it? All mysteries I have yet to solve.
- Lack of energy. Life is hectic and I am tired pretty much all the time. When I do find a spare hour, the temptation to lie down and watch Grey’s Anatomy re-runs is often overwhelming.
- An unpredictable social calendar. Two weekends ago, I actually meal prepped. I made two large batches of different dishes, and they were pretty decent. I put them in portions. I took some photos. I was going to triumphantly blog about it at the end of the week. But you know what doesn’t make a good blog post? Mouldy, uneaten risotto. Because I got two surprise dinner invitations, and a work lunch, and just like that, my good intentions (and budget) were blown to smithereens. Also… I’ve just realised that I’m basically complaining about having too many friends which is about as #firstworldproblems as it gets. Please don’t hate me.
So, what am I going to do about this newfound and unwelcome quandary? Well… I’m not sure. I’m hoping that as winter sets in, I’ll go out less, and so have more time to acquaint myself with my kitchen and go back to culinary inventing regularly.
The registration on this blog is due very soon, and I have thought about letting it go. It’s been a good year. BUT, I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to Gilly on a Plate just yet. Maybe I should look at a bit of reinvention? I’ve had a few people suggest to me I should get into reviews – and seeing as I’m eating out a lot, maybe that’s something I should consider. Maybe I should do interviews. I honestly just don’t know, but the point of this rambly post is that I’m still here, still cooking, still eating and still writing. And hopefully, more exciting things will be coming soon – wintry recipes, plant-based chats and recipes (my mum’s gone vegan, it’s a whole thing), a lot more baking and cooking for parties!
Thank you for your patience, and I hope to be back here in full form very soon.