How moody is too moody?

I wanna cook excitedly again. I think I kinda did so 2 days back when Saggy was in town and we did a continental take on chicken when we lovingly marinated it in red wine, mustard, soya sauce and garlic. It was more like a pot roast actually with mushrooms and baby corn and it went splendidly with plain brown bread. How I love cooking with her! And how could I ever forget that she literally taught me how to cook and made me fall in love with it too when I needed to find a suitable distraction in life. Though cooking and I have this love hate relationship and I go through phases when I just don’t feel like lifting a finger in the kitchen and phases when I am pushed to cook and I come up to the occasion and rustle up something surprisingly good in a jiffy. Gawd why am I sooooooooo moody with so many things in my life like reading for instance or even television. I’ll go through this reading copiously phases when I’ll read on my way to work in the Metro, on my way back home from work, read before falling off to sleep and then there are phases like now when I have unfinished books strewn all over my house. They are all half read and quarter read. I wanna finish all of those.

My love for television is extremely new found. I mean I was never ever a TV addict but movie addict I was yes in my early twenties. My money used to go bust watching every movie in town and even if I didn’t have money for food, I sure could gather my pennies for that one last movie ticket. I never watched sitcoms voraciously like soooooo many people I know swear by them. I saw Desperate Housewives for a bit and all the seasons of Friends cos the whole universe watched Friends. But besides that hmmmmm maybe CSI sometimes and when I was way younger in another century and a different age, I used to religiously watch Moonlighting, Remington Steele, Picket Fences, The X-Files and Beverly Hills 90210. I never saw “Lost” and I haven’t seen a single episode of “How I met Your Mother” and can you beat that? Hahaha! I am so willfully oblivious of them and couldn’t care less unless I stumbled upon them and something caught my fancy like Criminal Minds or Bones. I realize I like crime based shows, totally dig them so I indulge in Fox Crime every once in a while but my favouritest channel remains TLC. How I look forward to watching Donna Hay cook up her so called simple exotic meals and even watch a bunch of idiotic blondes trying to look cute and sexy while exploring new places in Get Out. And I so enjoy Man Vs Food. Every time I am left in awe of Adam Richman and his giant appetite.

But the one and only thing I never get bored stiff with and never go through a love hate phase with would be writing. Strange this is. I never realized it until now.