Laziness has become my middle name, as well as my first and my last!

couch-potatoWhen I quit working a few years ago, I had visions of clearing the clutter from my house, learning new things, reading lots of books and becoming incredibly fit, (and keep up with this blog!), but alas that hasn’t seemed to happen.

There is definitely something in my nature that makes me a highly motivated person once I open the door of my house and venture out in the world, and conversely a procrastinating sloth once I open the door to my abode and cross back over my own threshold. It’s a conundrum.

One great contributor of my do-nothingness at home stems from my great love of television. As soon as I flip on that set I know that no matter what manner of gar-barge is on I will always find something to watch. I am totally ashamed to admit that I am probably one of the few people in this world that loves reality television equally as well as the admittedly scripted kind.  I watch the singing, fashion, cooking and modeling competitions, all the housewives, and some with celebrities (nothing with a Kardashian, uck). I love the current crop of Alaskan reality tv shows; house buying, state troopers, and life below zero, and then there are all those great series on the History Channel about storage units and pawn shops, and of course all the ghost and psychic claptrap on a whole slew of networks.  Shameful, but oh so entertaining!

As you can see, that tractor beam from the television to my brain has a way of making it difficult to extract my posterior from the comfy couch which in turn only fuels my propensity for dilly dallying and shilly shallying!

Okay, it’s time to wind up this confessional blog post ’cause “The Amazing Race” is about to come on.

…I think I need a support group…

Hail to the Chef

Hail to the ChefI am a horrible cook. Well not horrible, just a lackluster cook. I don’t like planning meals, shopping for groceries or preparing food, which makes it absolutely nutty that I’m addicted to cooking and food shows! I love Top Chef, Top Chef Masters, MasterChef, and the Great Food Truck Race. And then there is Come Dine with Me, The Next Food Network Star and Restaurant Impossible. I could list probably a half a dozen more but I figure that you’ve already gotten the idea 🙂

What’s even crazier about these shows is that most of the things they prepare aren’t really things I usually dine on when I go out to eat. It’s kind of foo foo, fancy schmancy, small portions that are made with ingredients that my local grocery probably doesn’t even carry. Yet I’m glued to the TV, watching the chefs chop veggies with wild abandon, cooking with new techniques, like liquid nitrogen, and touching all the food while plating (yuck!).

I continue to be mesmerized while the “expert” panel of judges, taste, analyze and dissect each morsel, with a proliferation of flowery adjectives, and decide whether the bite of food was seasoned and flavorful enough for their discerning palates. Of course, we the viewer, have to take their taste buds word for it because we can neither taste nor smell the plates, obviously it’s a visual experience only!

I have to say though that the few times I’ve been lucky enough to visit a television top chefs’ restaurant (Gordon Ramsey, Emeril Lagasse, Rick Bayless) never once did I say, “Man, that was the best meal I’ve ever eaten”…never!  I don’t know whether that means I’m not classy enough to appreciate fine dining or whether those that do love it feel they must because they just forked over a weeks’ salary for their dinner. Probably a little of both!

So I will continue to indulge my love for cooking and food television shows from the comfort of my couch with my PB&J sandwich on my plate, a bag of chips by my side and a beer in my hand. Just because I don’t like cooking, shopping or preparing food doesn’t mean I don’t love eating it!