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Stress Cooking

I didn’t realize it until about 1pm today, but this election season is stressing me out.

Sure, I’d read about the study done by APA saying 52% of American adults living in the United States who say “2016 election is a very or somewhat significant source of stress,” but I didn’t think much about it.

I also didn’t think much about how I’ve avoided addressing the election in my classroom, despite it being relevant to the dissection of race and gender in my writing courses.

It only started to really add a blip to my radar when a certain candidate whose name I’m not typing at risk of bringing his followers to my site pledged to sign a bigoted, discriminatory Act.

We celebrated our first anniversary where we got married, and then proceeded to joke about a Voldemort-Ready plan if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wins.

We celebrated our first anniversary where we got married, and then proceeded to joke about a Voldemort-Ready plan if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wins.

Heck, when my wife and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary exactly one week before Election Day, we half joked about creating a game plan on what to do if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named becomes President. (It’s still a vague plan, mostly because neither one of us wants to process this being a possibility.)

 

 

 

Today, around 1pm, as I flipped on the Giants vs. Eagles game, it hit me:

The 2016 Election is stressing me the eff out.

What caused this “DUH” moment? Was it Eli Manning? A Giants victory?

Nope. I looked around me, and I realized that I’d been cooking for 3.5 hours.

Yes. Three-and-a-half hours. Of cooking.

I was also wearing leggings as pants, something I’ve only recently started doing, despite it being A Trend. With my leggings, I wore a hoodie.

Obviously, this was a clear sign that the end is near.

Seriously though… 3.5 hours of cooking?? This is what I did in college and grad school when I procrastinated and had last minute papers to write. Without fail, I would find myself in a cooking trance, surrounded by homemade recipes, and snap back to reality, realizing that I was avoiding something or stressing out.

Today’s stress-fighters?

  1. Crock-pot gluten free loaded potato soup.

    Loaded potato soup, cooked in the crockpot on the low setting. THE LOW SETTING. For ~6 hours. I have no patience for the low setting... yet I used it.

    Loaded potato soup, cooked in the crockpot on the low setting. THE LOW SETTING. For ~6 hours. I have no patience for the low setting… yet I used it.

  2. Egg salad with chives.

    Egg salad with mayo, salt, pepper, lemon juice, and scallions. Did I mention I perfectly peeled and diced these damn eggs? IT DOESN'T MATTER. It's just getting eaten.

    Egg salad with mayo, salt, pepper, lemon juice, and scallions. Did I mention I perfectly peeled and diced these damn eggs? IT DOESN’T MATTER. It’s just getting eaten.

  3. Gluten-free apple crumb pie, with homemade crust and crumbs.
    I made a pie. From scratch. That's gluten free. (Due to medical schtuff, the wife has to cut gluten from her diet.) I perfectly peeled and sliced 6 apples. Again, THIS DIDN'T MATTER. The pie's just going to get eaten.

    I made a pie. From scratch. That’s gluten free. (Due to medical schtuff, the wife has to cut gluten from her diet.) I perfectly peeled and sliced 6 apples. Again, THIS DIDN’T MATTER. The pie’s just going to get eaten.

     

So. I cooked. A lot. I can’t wait until Wednesday so I can either cook a five course meal out of stress, or buy super discounted Halloween chocolate to celebrate this crazy election season being over.

As the Twitterverse and Facebook reminded me about Day Light’s Savings…

pleasepleaseplease

pleasepleaseplease

Think of me and V. Think of how we just celebrated our first anniversary of the happiest day of our lives. Think of our hopes and dreams for the future, and how they could be destroyed if we set our country back 50 years.

Think of me and V. Think of how we just celebrated our first anniversary of the happiest day of our lives. Think of our hopes and dreams for the future, and how they could be destroyed if we set our country back 50 years.