[See end of blog for complete list of my ten commandments.]
Mary Berry is just kicking ass. That book is nothing short of wonderful. I cooked an Italian Farmhouse Chicken (p 118) yesterday and Chicken burgers today (p.122) and both were all shades of happiness. It’s even come to the point where my five-year old son announced yesterday, that his “momma was the most amazing cook in the whole wide world from the amazing book”. I was fairly chuffed. Every time I take the book out, his spidey senses kick in and he appears in the kitchen. He sidles up to me, raising his eyebrows, asking “Watcha cooking Momma?” He wants to talk about food, mainly make requests. He wants to help/interfere. He’s interested in the process, or in putting his fingers into the process – an uplifting side effect of this project. His father is equally delighted. He says he breaks work for lunch and smiles to think about what lovely food might be awaiting. Whereas my daughter has barely noticed anything different in her life at all. It must be true what they say, ‘the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. The two boys are in super moods with all the scrummy smells drifting through the house. Even though there are times where I’m exhausted from it, the morale boost it has brought to everyone in the house (except herself), is ample to keep me trucking.
Last year, I gave up alcohol for 12 weeks from September til December. I didn’t struggle with it at all. Towards the end there were some nights where I would find myself wistfully thinking how I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine, but it was a fleeting feeling; and I was very prepared to wait until the selected end date before I recommenced my career in booze.
On Jan 1st, and after a particularly luscious and liquid Christmas, I thought it best to cleanse myself again for thirty days – easy peasy. And it was easy peasy. Up until homeschooling this week. After merely four days of that pit of pain and hellfire, I am now ogling my husband’s glass of chilled white delicious wine and actively imagining the sensation of that vino as it would slip down my throat. I love my kids but this is not sustainable, particularly when it’s been raining the last few days.
However, I’m not going to renege on my resolutions so instead, I am going to consume vast amounts of chocolate, once the kids are in bed – which honestly can’t happen soon enough tonight.
Other than that, the resolutions are going well. Even though I am cooking rich and creamy dishes during the day, the evening food restriction has seen me lose five pounds since January 1st; which says a lot about how much I was overeating over the holidays. The daily exercise probably helps as well. I’ve moaned about that before. I could also grumble on about having to clean the kitchen every goddamn night, yet then I am only delighted and surprised with myself every goddamn morning. I really annoy myself sometimes.
Tomorrow is an easy day. I will walk with a friend (socially distanced), which is a treat of sunshine in these lockdown times and I will bake an easy dish, and we’ll get take out for dinner. Yayh!
Below is a photo of the dish that motivated the love in my son and husband – Italian Farmhouse Chicken.
Chicken burgers with home made chips below – we were so tired by Friday evening, I forgot to take a photo of it. My husband snapped this and ate, but you can’t see the chicken in it. You’ll just have to take my word it was chicken.
Ten things I commit to do daily for 30 days:
- No booze (except that used in cooking)
- Meditate for ten minutes
- Follow the literary diet https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/dec/27/feed-your-soul-the-31-day-literary-diet-for-january-2021-culture-books
- Go for a run or a walk
- Cook something new – either a new recipe from my new Mary Berry cook book or else just something I’ve never cooked before
- No crisps
- Clean the kitchen every evening (sometimes I get lazy and leave stuff til the next day…)
- Do at least 5 sun salutations every morning
- Go through my phone every evening to make sure I have replied to all the whatsapps and texts I got that day
- No eating after 7pm (except Fridays and Saturdays – when else could I get my chocolate fix in except when kids are in bed?)