I’m not a resolution kind of gal. Instead, I prefer goals. Resolutions are universally known as a prelude to failure, whereas goals are more commanding: You. Must. Succeed.
Every time I dump uneaten leftovers into the trash, I visualize dollar bills floating around in the air before disintegrating into useless rubble. Take, for instance, this morning’s pre-dishwasher load haul; from top to bottom, I present to you:
1. Guacamole from Wednesday’s taco night, which was meant to be night two of tandoori chicken turned chicken salad (which no one, including me, felt like eating, even though I’d spent 45 minutes earlier in the day chopping, slicing, etc. the salad).
2. Little Gonzo Girl’s leftover GG Pasta, which I can’t feed to the dog because it has garlic, and I read somewhere that dogs can’t eat garlic.
3. Yogurt sauce from Tuesday night’s tandoori chicken.
4. Turkey taco filling that never made it into my favorite taco salad, since I opted to eat at Boudin Bakery instead.
5. Nearly a pound (which is $9 in organic chicken, just sayin’) of tandoori chicken salad that I can’t stand to take another bite of.
Really? Am I such an inept planner that I can’t select a menu for the week, let alone follow it?
The answer is no. In fact, while this is a pat on my own back, I am an excellent planner. For proof, check out this organized, if overly so, schedule for a seven-day trip to Paris we took in 2006.
So why can I observe a schedule thousands of miles from home, but become completely helpless at the thought of creating, let alone following a five-day menu plan?
Which brings me to this, my first foodie goal: plan and follow a five-day three-day two-day menu plan. Stay tuned.