I’m not big on New Year’s Resolutions, but for the last few years, I’ve been setting goals for each year. Usually one or two around physical fitness (number of workouts, number of miles walked for exercise), one around finances (save X amount of money), and others about balancing relationships, hobbies, work and home responsibilities.
One of my goals for 2017 was to “cook” something 40 times. Anything counts. Baking. Making an appetizer for a family function. Making a meal.
I was doing really good towards the beginning of the year, keeping track of my progress. But, somewhere around the time I changed jobs, I quit counting and I no longer even know how many I had when I quit counting.
Now 2017 is winding down – I made a trip to the mall today and stocked up on my annual calendars (one large grid calendar that hangs downstairs in my home gym, that I use to track my workouts; my annual Hello Kitty calendar that I use to track my weight; and this year I decided to ditch my dry-erase board and use regular monthly calendar for the fridge so my husband doesn’t have any excuse for not knowing my schedule)… and I realized I had totally blew off my goal about cooking more in 2017.
I thought about shrugging it off, and re-starting in 2018. BUT. The thing is, this goal wasn’t for me, really. It was really for my husband.
As much as he complains, when it comes right down to it, Tarzan is happier when I spend time in the kitchen. It’s true that we have very different tastes in food.. and he’d like me to cook differently than I do, but there are a few things I make that he likes, and in general, I think he just enjoys the “homey” feeling of me being busy in the kitchen.
So I decided, rather than postponing my goal for next year, I’ll re-start. I made a new goal for myself, to cook 40 times between now and the end of 2018. And now is a good time to start, since I’m going to be home for a few weeks this month, not traveling again until December.
I was already ahead of the game because I started vegetable beef soup in the crockpot this morning (which is one of the things I make that Tarzan will not eat… I don’t know what’s wrong with him).
So, in the spirit of doing something that I thought Tarzan might like, I checked out the pantry to see what we already had for ideas, and found a can of pumpkin. I thought, maybe I’ll make pumpkin bread?
I found this recipe online, printed it and checked to see if I had all the ingredients. (Am I the only one this happens to?… when I find a recipe and discover I have every single thing needed to make it, I feel weirdly “grown up”.) I stuck it on the fridge, and when Tarzan saw it he got all excited. I had actually thought I’d make it later in the week, but he was so excited I went ahead and made it this evening.
I would call it a success! I made it exactly as the recipe was written, but in my case it made 4 mini-loaves (not 3 as described in the recipe). Which was convenient, because my loaf pan is actually 4 mini-loaves set in one pan, so it just seemed “right” that it used them all. Tarzan was on the case just minutes after they came out of the oven, and has already devoured half a loaf.
So all is good in our house this evening. 🙂