This might be an unpopular opinion, but I find meal planning to be soothing.
There's something about gathering recipes, making a list, grocery shopping and stocking the refrigerator for the week ahead that makes me feel like A Real Adult. During the whirlwind of the week, on days when I straggle in the door laden with my gym bag, books to read for school and a to-do list that feels a mile long, it's nice to have something already planned for me.
Sure, I still have to cook said meals. But that's the part I really don't mind. Cooking is all about relieving stress for me. While I'm prepping my meal, I forget pretty much everything else and lose myself in the precision (or lack thereof) of it all. Tonight was no different. The recipe on tap? Asian-inspired steak bowls. As soon as I got home from work, I made myself at home in the kitchen.
I cut the steak into equal-sized strips.
I peeled two pears carefully, their juices running down my fingers.
I pureed in my food processor, pressing the pulse button again and again until the consistency was just right.
I chopped the green onions, their sharp and fresh smell permeating the kitchen.
I whisked the sauce together, enjoying the scrape of the whisk against the plastic bowl.
And when all was said and done, I presented. I covered the bottom of the bowl with brown rice. I nestled a cluster of mixed greens on one side. I added a pile of steak on the other. I peeled a soft-boiled egg quickly and slashed it with a knife, loving how the bright yellow yolk contrasted with the pure white outside. I sprinkled green onions on top. Dashed some sesame seeds across the mix and covered it all with a drizzle of the "yum yum" sauce I had prepared.
I stepped back and looked at my work. Almost too pretty to eat...almost.