AKA the end.
But first, moving and burgers.
Recently I’ve been fleeing the natural disaster that is my CBD apartment, so cooking has been on the back-burner, if you will….ha.
The good news is, we have somewhere to live that is huge, clean, central, has room for a BBQ and not one but THREE toilets. Heaven. The better news is I made some killer beef burgers for lunch on our moving day last Friday: Beef, lettuce, tomato, cheese, pickles, pineapple, mayo, ketchup on a sesame seed buuuuuuuun.
On busy days, I like to keep it quick and greasy, I know I’m way too easy…and I eat my dinner in the bathtub. (you know you know it).
These kind of cooking occasions do feel rushed because of the pure exhaustion, ultimate ‘hangriness’ and the need to keep working. So, I wouldn’t say the cooking of said burgers made me happy so much as the eating of them. But satisfaction and anticipation was surely a big part of it for myself and my fellow amateur removalists. Despite my mindful cooking and eating, I suppose this sort of reflects how one particular activity trying to induce happiness can’t always outweigh the circumstances in ones life that make you tired, stressed and anxious.
At the complete opposite end of the spectrum, IT’S CHRISTMAS!
Today was my last cooking and happiness adventure to mark the monumental amount of time and food that was prepared and eaten. We filleted and cooked a WHOLE DAMN SALMON for Gods sake. There were at least five desserts. Madness.
This is clearly a time to reflect on the cooking/happiness paradigm. But to save some musings for the actual reflection that is this assignment, lets simply say, it’s there.
Cooking=mindfully preparing and eating something=happiness
Cooking=eating=gratitude for life and nourishment
Cooking=socialising with family/friends=happiness
Now, I’ve got to go nurse my same-day-hangover.
Coincidentally, sorry for the lack of photos…I’ve been on the slosh since 10. Whoop!