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that sounds rough. I don’t have that issue at all, meal planning and grocery shopping happen because they have to happen or else I don’t have enough physical energy to get me through work, which is physically demanding. I have to keep myself fed because not eating enough aggravates my digestive issues. I kinda wish there was a way I could use my ability to help other people. I’m sure there’s a way but idek how to find it. And talking to people is ugh.
I do fine at this at the farm– mostly, my sister does the planning, but she’s occasionally really grumpy. She and her husband both work incredibly hard, and he takes on a ton of the childcare and so on, but she always gets stuck with housework, and he definitely has a bit of a blind spot of not understanding how much of her time and mental energy go into planning and making meals, including managing leftovers and the like.
But when I’m there, with her sort of in charge, I can do a great deal of the support work, including making decisions– or at least making suggestions and giving feedback on ideas she has. (A lot of the work I do on the farm is that shit, which isn’t paid work, but means my sister can do more money-earning work– but I can’t justify my having a paid position! Fortunately that’s something they do understand.)
I just do much better in a large household like that, and it drives home to me that I just don’t feel like humans were meant to live as isolated as we do!
Meal planning is more complicated on the farm, too, because they only go to a grocery store about once a month, and much of what’s eaten is produced on-farm. So that means things like keeping a mental inventory of how many pork chops there are, whether there’s venison in the freezer, and if you want chicken you’d better know a day ahead so you can defrost it, plus a comprehensive knowledge of what’s left over from the vegetable pickup that week during CSA season. And I like that kind of challenge, and to connect it to a larger logistical concern– I was kind of raised cooking like that, Mom grew much of our food, and ordered stuff in bulk like Farmsister does (and as a kid the grocery store was so far away it might as well have been the Moon; if you ran out of something and no adult with a car was home you were out of luck. Precisely once we rode one of the horses to the nearby convenience store, but that was mostly for novelty; it took us two hours.) and so it’s just been so hard for me my whole adult life to adjust to “i dunno the grocery store’s right there let’s go get something and cook it”.
IDK!
If I lived alone I’d have starved to death by age 25, there’s no doubt of it. Or, probably, I’d eat plain rice for every meal. I don’t know, I can’t imagine it; I’ve never lived alone.
that sounds rough. I don’t have that issue at all, meal planning and grocery shopping happen because they have to happen or else I don’t have enough physical energy to get me through work, which is physically demanding. I have to keep myself fed because not eating enough aggravates my digestive issues. I kinda wish there was a way I could use my ability to help other people. I’m sure there’s a way but idek how to find it. And talking to people is ugh.
I do fine at this at the farm– mostly, my sister does the planning, but she’s occasionally really grumpy. She and her husband both work incredibly hard, and he takes on a ton of the childcare and so on, but she always gets stuck with housework, and he definitely has a bit of a blind spot of not understanding how much of her time and mental energy go into planning and making meals, including managing leftovers and the like.
But when I’m there, with her sort of in charge, I can do a great deal of the support work, including making decisions– or at least making suggestions and giving feedback on ideas she has. (A lot of the work I do on the farm is that shit, which isn’t paid work, but means my sister can do more money-earning work– but I can’t justify my having a paid position! Fortunately that’s something they do understand.)
I just do much better in a large household like that, and it drives home to me that I just don’t feel like humans were meant to live as isolated as we do!
Meal planning is more complicated on the farm, too, because they only go to a grocery store about once a month, and much of what’s eaten is produced on-farm. So that means things like keeping a mental inventory of how many pork chops there are, whether there’s venison in the freezer, and if you want chicken you’d better know a day ahead so you can defrost it, plus a comprehensive knowledge of what’s left over from the vegetable pickup that week during CSA season. And I like that kind of challenge, and to connect it to a larger logistical concern– I was kind of raised cooking like that, Mom grew much of our food, and ordered stuff in bulk like Farmsister does (and as a kid the grocery store was so far away it might as well have been the Moon; if you ran out of something and no adult with a car was home you were out of luck. Precisely once we rode one of the horses to the nearby convenience store, but that was mostly for novelty; it took us two hours.) and so it’s just been so hard for me my whole adult life to adjust to “i dunno the grocery store’s right there let’s go get something and cook it”.
IDK!
If I lived alone I’d have starved to death by age 25, there’s no doubt of it. Or, probably, I’d eat plain rice for every meal. I don’t know, I can’t imagine it; I’ve never lived alone.
