Run to Eat, Eat to Run

I'm not the most domesticated woman runner ever, that's for sure. In an effort not to starve my poor boyfriend I've embarked on a journey into, dare I say it? Cooking!

Cooking has always been one of those things that I figured I would do someday. Someday as in when I was old, boring, or at least ready to 'settle down'. Cooking was something every woman but me seemed born with the ability (and the inclination) to do. I figured I just wasn't that lucky.

Well along came dear boyfriend and I've found that he is a wonderful cook but very limited in his menu. As a runner I yearn for healthier fare and a little variety. My adventures into the land of domesticity started with macaroni and cheese and hamburger helper. I slowly expanded into scrambled eggs and a few 'harder' meals, like soup.

Now that I have a (little, very little) confidence in my cooking, I'm expanding into full meals. Tonights menu will consist of lemon chicken, deviled eggs and a pasta side (the little packet kind). I'm thrilled with the possibilities and terrified of the outcome. I guess if this blog continues then I haven't poisoned us all! Yet....