Be the change!
Back when I was in Danvers, I thought I was being fiscally and healthily responsible by trying to limit our eating out to 4-6 meals a week. We'd usually grab 1-2 dinners, 1-2 lunches and 1-2 breakfasts. If I was really on the ball with meal planning and food shopping I might get it down to 2-3, though a bad week might be more like 6-8. To be fair to James, he would not only cook once or twice a week, but he was also perfectly happy eating food that came out of plastic packets and into the microwave. I was the hold out because not only was it unsatisfying, too much salt gives me a throbbing headache.
Now I do absolutely all the cooking and due to financial concerns, my eating out is probably more like 0-2. Particularly since I've been back from NZ I've been trying to make more veggie heavy meals from scratch. I haven't gotten that far in my recounting of the trip, but when I was in Hawaii we went to a lot local landmark eateries, which tended to be burger joints, taco places, or donut stands. After two days I started throwing up like it was my job, so I tried to imitate what I had been eating in New Zealand as much as possible and avoid processed, preservative laden foods along with limiting my red meat. It's more effort, but some lovely ladies there blew my mind by regularly coming home from work and whipping up like a 6 dish meal, so when I drag my feet over making soup, I feel like a whiner.
It's cheaper, it's healthier, but it's still a bit of a moral struggle. Not only does cooking take time, I dream wistfully for the days I had a dishwasher. My commitment to being environmentally friendly is being sorely tested by the siren song of the paper plate.
Now I do absolutely all the cooking and due to financial concerns, my eating out is probably more like 0-2. Particularly since I've been back from NZ I've been trying to make more veggie heavy meals from scratch. I haven't gotten that far in my recounting of the trip, but when I was in Hawaii we went to a lot local landmark eateries, which tended to be burger joints, taco places, or donut stands. After two days I started throwing up like it was my job, so I tried to imitate what I had been eating in New Zealand as much as possible and avoid processed, preservative laden foods along with limiting my red meat. It's more effort, but some lovely ladies there blew my mind by regularly coming home from work and whipping up like a 6 dish meal, so when I drag my feet over making soup, I feel like a whiner.
It's cheaper, it's healthier, but it's still a bit of a moral struggle. Not only does cooking take time, I dream wistfully for the days I had a dishwasher. My commitment to being environmentally friendly is being sorely tested by the siren song of the paper plate.