No. One is delicious but short-lived and bad for you, while the other is just a snack.
Standing next to the stove, I stared at a cookie sheet with what appeared to be the remnants of a small explosion on it. You see, they’d started life as mozzarella sticks and ended life, mostly, on the insides of the oven. Alas, another potential meal had fallen victim to my culinary shortcomings. Staring at them though, I had a revelation…
I’m not patient. I just hate waiting. I want my various tasks, projects, and aspirations to be perfect, right from the start. This is the truth for my (apparently futile) culinary endeavors, as well as my relationships. The sad truth is that they won’t be. I realize this now.
This is probably why I like foods that can be prepared in the microwave. Nearly instant, more-or-less done well, and guilt-free are how I like things. This posed a question – As I jumped from one hopeless romance to another, was I searching for something that didn’t exist…a microwavable boyfriend?
It was then that I realized a crucial piece of a successful relationship that I was lacking – patience. Not with a potential romantic partner, but with myself. As always with my (perhaps silly) revelations, it came from something seemingly mundane – a terrible-for-you snack food that should probably be avoided (they’re brilliant at White Castle, by the way).
So I’ve made a decision to turn down the heat, be patient, and leave it in the oven. As for feeding myself, there’s always Qdoba.