Friday, April 2, 2010

I met with a...

personal chef earlier this week. If someone had filmed me trying to hop up his walkway with my walker, it would have made a fantastic youtube video. I'd be right up there with the laughing babies and dancing panda bears and whatnot.

He works out of a house near a friend of mine's home but supposedly goes wherever you want him to go and cooks whatever you want him to cook. His girlfriend works with him. She's a master gardener. My greenhouse has been sitting empty in my back yard for a little over a year. I have lofty ambitions of filling it up with delicious organic herbs and fruits and vegetables. (Farmville neighbors, I'm talking about REAL gardening, not virtual's scary stuff!) Right now, it's full of empty shelves...and gravel. Maybe she could help fill it with edible things? What a crazy idea, right?

During our quick meeting, I went over the food preferences/requirements of everyone in my family. My oldest son has aspirations of being a pro-body builder and wants to cut his body fat percentage. My younger son needs to put on some weight (muscle mass) for baseball. My husband could stand to lose about ten pounds...but mostly just needs to eat a little healthier so his blood pressure and cholesterol and triglycerides don't get out of control. I don't want him to end up on insulin like his Daddy. And me, of course, I need to SHRINK MY ASS!!

I discussed our food preferences and followed up with an email. So far, I haven't heard anything back. I'm afraid I might have scared him off. I've been trying to figure out a way to easily feed everyone in my family without having to be a short order cook for years. I CAN cook. I've hosted Thanksgiving at my house every year since I was 16. My mashed potatoes and gravy are world famous! Well, maybe not world famous but certainly well thought of in my immediate family. (I can make healthy things too!) I'm just not good at organizing...particularly when it involves organizing meals for picky, picky, picky eaters with a bunch of specific requirements. Our default meal is pizza...because we can order three different ones and everyone will have something they like. That works for my ass, but not for my battle plan against it.

It's easy enough to change what I'm doing for me, but I would like to help my whole family get healthier in the process.

Personal chef guy...please don't be frightened! Give us a call back. I have faith that you can come up with some ideas! I'll do all the shopping (as soon as I can walk). I'll do all the prep work. Hell, I'll even do all the cooking! I just need to know what to make. On the other hand, you are welcome to do all of the above...just call...soon...preferably before I eat an entire box of Cadbury cream eggs in celebration of Easter because I can't stand up in the kitchen long enough to make anything else!!

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