For the last month, I’ve avoided everything in my life that wasn’t bar-studying related. Laundry.. Grocery shopping… Cooking… Pretty much anything apron-like. Now that I’ve finally finished (woohoo!), I don’t  even know where to begin on catching up with my life. I finally sat down yesterday morning to make a to-do list. Being over a page long, I’ve been running around doing errands ever since. Why does it always seem like there’s never enough time in the day to get everything done?

Since I also feel like I’ve gained 20 pounds from sitting behind a desk all day, eating healthier is also on my list of to-do’s. Cooking is honestly the last thing I want to do right now so I needed something easy and fresh. Greek salads have been a favorite of mine ever since I studied in Budapest two summers ago. Yes I know, Budapest is not in Greece (it’s in Hungary). I lived with 4 other girls that summer, and we made Greek salads for dinner all the time. None of us were big on cooking so Greek salads were ideal: all we had to do was pick up a few vegetables and feta cheese on our way home and quickly throw it all together. Sadly, I haven’t made it for myself since, but I have a feeling it’s going to become a staple in my summer diet.

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Over graduation, I was having a conversation with my aunt and a friend’s mother when the topic of my blog came up. Attempting to explain the subject matter (brevity is not one of my fortes), I told them of my ineptitude in the kitchen. My friend’s mother looked baffled – how did I not know how to cook? Did I never help my mother in the kitchen or make any meals as a child?

Now, I’m not going to claim that I was the golden child who always came to my mother’s aid in the kitchen. But I don’t think I was by any means the spoiled brat who expected her mother to do everything for her – such behavior would not have flown in my parent’s household. I think it was more that I actively rejected it. I did what was necessary to help – peeled potatoes, chopped onion, washed the dishes – and then quickly pushed anything I had learned in the process out of my mind. Men weren’t expected to know everything about a kitchen so why should I?

The ironic part is that all of the men in my life – Andrew, my dad, my brothers – are excellent cooks, while I’m the one who can barely make eggs for breakfast. Good thing I can now cook chicken fajitas…

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After a fun weekend in New York, we flew back home on Sunday and wanted a simple but healthy dinner (especially since we ate our way through the city). I decided to try  a Watermelon & Feta Salad as an appetizer, but it turned out so good, we ended up going back for seconds… and then thirds… and decided to just forgo dinner.

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