Some people stress eat. Some stress drink. Others shop, clean, scroll, smoke, etc when stressed.

I stress cook.

Cooking has always been a ‘thing’ for me. My grandfather was a foodie before it was cool and he must have instilled that love in me (along with tattoos, eh grampa!). I even considered going to culinary school but only to learn; I definitely don’t have the constitution to be a chef.

In my Netflix queue are more food related shows than anything else. Check my library receipts and you’ll find mostly cookbooks.

So after a hard day or week the place you’ll most likely find me is in the kitchen, trying to dice, sear, simmer, reduce away my anxieties. In fact, if I don’t get a chance to cook for more than a week or so, I’ll get stressed.

Ridiculous? Maybe. But that’s the cards I got.

I’m not entirely sure what that means for gratitude, but I also trend to stress eat so…there’s that.

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If you’re wondering where my stress level is, I baked focaccia yesterday morning, Culver’s style smash burgers last night, and have dough for bread and pizza fermenting for later.

Really wish I could share these with you. Then again, I’m a little stressed so I’ll probably just eat it all myself…