Cooking While Depressed: The Least Helpful, Least Tasty Recipe
Two things I'll always be terrible at - gardening and cooking. As far as anything related to plants is concerned, I like to joke that I have a black thumb. Except it's not a joke. I can get by just fine without ever having to look a plant in the eye (while it's still alive, anyway) but cooking is a whole other story. Not being able to cook means going hungry even though there are groceries in the kitchen. It means spending that last 200 bucks on pizza even though there's no plan for tomorrow. Because my blood sugar is plummeting right now , and planning for tomorrow is moot if I don't make it tomorrow. Yep, that's dark. Back to cooking. It isn't that I don't know how to cook. Technically I do. Technically, I can make rice, potatoes, pulses, an omlette, and fry pappadom. It's a paradoxical list, because I've never boiled an egg or cooked chicken. But thanks to the auspicious influence of ADHD, I am a certifiably bad cook. I burn everything. Ri