If you’ve been following Salt, Ink & Soul for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed I make a lot of one-pot meals and casseroles.
There’s a reason for that.
I enjoy cooking, but I also believe in making life a little easier where I can. Cooking a meal that lasts several days means I don’t have to stand in front of the refrigerator every evening wondering what to make. It means something is waiting for me when I’m hungry, something I prepared with my own hands, using ingredients I selected and seasonings I understand.
I know what’s in it. I know how it was cooked. And perhaps most importantly, I know I’ll enjoy eating it.
There’s a practical side to all of this, too.
Have you seen grocery prices lately? Or what it costs to sit down in a restaurant for a meal that, sometimes, leaves you wondering why you didn’t just cook at home?
I’ve had those meals. We’ve all had those meals.
So I’ve learned to prepare enough to last a few days. It saves money, keeps me from reaching for something unhealthy simply because it’s convenient, and gives me one less thing to worry about.
But I’ve noticed something else.
I’ve become very comfortable at home.
Perhaps a little too comfortable.
I enjoy the quiet. I enjoy being surrounded by familiar things, moving through the day at my own pace, without having to explain myself to anyone. There’s something deeply satisfying about a home that feels like a refuge from the world’s noise.
And I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with that.
For much of our lives, we’re told to keep moving, keep doing, keep finding something to occupy our time. As though a quiet afternoon spent reading, cooking, or simply enjoying our own company is somehow a waste of time.
I’ve never quite agreed.
But I’ve also begun to recognize that there’s a fine line between enjoying solitude and becoming so accustomed to it that stepping outside feels unnecessary.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that there’s a world beyond my front door.
Restaurants I’ve never visited. Conversations I’ve yet to have. Ordinary experiences that don’t need to become extraordinary to be worth having.
So yes, I still go out to eat occasionally. Not always because I’m hungry for something I can’t prepare myself, but because I think it’s important to get dressed, leave the house, and participate in the world.
Even when the couch is comfortable.
Especially when the couch is comfortable.
I suppose many of us struggle with finding that balance as we get older. Learning to appreciate the peace we’ve created without letting it become a boundary we rarely cross.
Perhaps that’s another part of finding balance: making the life I enjoy at home a little easier, without forgetting the life waiting outside.
And somehow, all of this brings me back to the kitchen.
I’ve recently been looking for a new one-pot cooking appliance. The rice cooker I’ve relied on for quite some time seems to have finally reached retirement age.
It’s been a dependable little companion in the kitchen, but even dependable things wear out eventually.
Since I’m usually cooking for one, I don’t need anything particularly large. I’m looking for something versatile, practical, and easy to use. Something that lets me keep cooking the way I enjoy.
I’ve been doing my research, comparing different models, reading reviews, and trying to decide which one makes the most sense.
I’ll share what I eventually choose, and whether it lives up to my expectations.
As I think about all of this, I realize the way we cook often says something about the way we live.
For me, preparing meals ahead of time is certainly practical. But it’s also a small way of caring for myself, making sure that even on days when I don’t feel particularly ambitious, something nourishing is waiting for me.
There’s comfort in that.
And I’m learning that comfort is good, as long as I remember life has more to offer than what I’ve managed to fit within the walls of my home.
Perhaps that’s the balance I’m looking for.
A warm meal waiting in the refrigerator.
A comfortable place to come home to.
And enough curiosity about the world to keep opening the front door.
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