From where did you come, green onions?

{Green Onion print by Stubborn Dog on Etsy.}

I cannot shop without a grocery list.

I cannot cook without making a weekly menu.

I cannot be a spontaneous cook, who throws together whatever's left in the fridge.

It's like I have a mental block against it. We went to the grocery store yesterday without making a list first and I felt like I hadn't studied for a test. I was all flailing, picking things up and putting them back down. On one aisle, I'd say, "Let's get stuff to make fried rice" and then two aisles later, I'd be like, "Oh...I don't know about that." I was a mess.

And then I got home and as I'm unpacking the groceries, I'm spotting items in the crisper that I bought last week and never used. Why did I buy them? What was their purpose? I had a knob of ginger and a bag of green onions. I remember buying them, and they had a destiny at the time. But whatever they were meant to go with was cooked without them and now I have no idea what my plan had been.

Which brings me to my point: What do you do in these situations? And more importantly, what should I be doing with those green onions?

This is something I haven't mastered yet. I get major cooking anxiety. I think I've proven I can follow a recipe. But whip something together? Um, no.