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I've mentioned a few times before that, when I'm depressed, I don't enjoy cooking. However, even when I have no motivation or energy for hobbies or creativity, I do indeed still have to eat.

Fried rice is a simple dish to make, and I can throw in whatever ingredients I want to. This time was chicken, julienned carrot, diced radish, celery, yellow bell pepper, and grape tomatoes, sliced mushrooms and kale, and minced garlic, ginger, and red onion. A little sesame oil, some salt, pepper, and ground wasabi, and a bit of time in a wok, and boom: chicken fried rice. 30 minutes from start to consumption.

Another night was chicken and veggie pasta. Sliced carrot, celery, and mushroom, diced bell pepper and red onion, chopped kale, and a bit of garlic sauteed in extra virgin olive oil, with some cooked pasta tossed in. A little balsamic vinegar under the chicken. Simple, quick, 25 minutes from cutting board to belly.


A simple veggie omelet. Sliced chicken breast with veggie pasta. Lamb with veggies. Another... omelet... Chicken and veggies. Most of them tasted alright. They looked half decent. They got the job done. Just have to fucking do it sometimes.

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