So. I had a bunch of stuff on my to-do list today, 27 to be exact. Crazy how it’s only when I count and then write it on here that I realize how…perhaps that wasn’t realistic…oops! I did 14 of them. One of them was cooking a vegan “Pastelón”, which is a lasagna made of fried plantains instead of pasta, and in this case lentils instead of ground beef. I’m not even vegan. I just had done this like 3 years ago and it was soooo geeeewwwd, and I’ve been wanting to recreate in since. Yeah…I’m late to my own party. Anyways. So I made it, and it was dry as fuck. I hate when I get so excited about making a meal, already salivating, and then fuck up and have to eat it anyway. Like each bite is endless; chewing longer, taking sips of water between chews of that same bite, ahhh pure torture. Hmm, I can admit that I’m very dramatic. At least I know and embrace it!! And the thing is..the meal is so filling that just a 2cm by 6 cm piece was enough. I have a loaf size pan. It’s gonna take forever to eat. Ughhhhhh.
Moral of the story….failing is part of the journey and that’s how I’ll learn. I’m really happy/proud to have started cooking again after 1 1/2 years. It feels good to find joy again in the little things. It validates that I’m doing better. Hopefully that lasts.