DH picked out a recipe he wanted me to try, and so I picked up all the ingredients yesterday at the store. It was a complicated recipe that called for multiple steps, including crushing whole black peppercorns, whole cloves, and a cinnamon stick with a mortar and pestle. Yeah, that worked out well. I gave up and used the ground versions of all of those. Then my chopper for the onion crapped out on me, and so I had to chop them up manually. Which led to awful eye stinging and crying. Then while sautéing the onions, I spilled half the spice mixture and had to start over.
I just HATE cooking. I get no pleasure out of it whatsoever.

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