A month without having food delivered

My move towards the edge of Hilversum, Bussum, and Loosdrecht resulted in a significant expansion of my home delivery options. I went from a meager six questionable places to over forty quite reputable establishments. Only there I ended up quite disappointed, because suddenly I cook less and flush all my reserves straight into home delivery.

When I took stock of the month of April, the Rabobank app pointed out to me where I had mainly spent my money: food. A quick stop at the Greek delicatessen on Gijsbrecht van Amstel, some extras from Jumbo for drinks, and above all: ordering food. Everything I could possibly have saved was thrown out the window. I know you have to support the locals, but this was even a bit excessive by those standards. Now you might think it’s not that bad, but if you have food delivered at least twice a week, it adds up. And maybe it was even three times in a week, but we won’t talk about that anymore.

Time to do it differently, because I need to keep a buffer to spend on the terrace in the afternoon. I will not have anything delivered at home in the month of May. I mean not even a bag of fries with croquettes. It is allowed to have someone cook for me on the terrace, but that’s it. Quite a challenge, considering that I have vacation in the last week of May.

It’s not that I’m bad at cooking, but I really lack the motivation. I have completely mastered being at home, except for baking banana bread. Still, I have to manage to bring that bill down and get my inner kitchen princess back behind the pots. Help is appreciated.

My rules are: no extra grocery shopping, no stopping by the delicatessen or caterer, it is forbidden to have any food delivered to the door except for the weekly groceries, and only on the terrace is it allowed to eat something prepared. Are you joining? I started myself on May 1, but you can join until tomorrow. For mental support with this terrible luxury problem, I can be reached at adeline@amayzine.com.