Now I'm not one of those women who claims she's cooking deficient in some brassy voice, as though her inability is some sort of perverse badge of honor, "look at me, aren't I just the worst? I don't even have the time to learn!"
But I do get lazy.
When you get home from work, and you're hungry, and all you have in the kitchen is Hot Pockets and dried beans, though you did hear about a great soup recipe, it only takes a few hours, and you could just run by the supermarket and grab the vegetables you need...I end up going for the Hot Pocket.
My downstairs neighbors, though, always go for every-fresh-ingredient, stewing-all-day, restaurant-worthy cuisine. Like every night.
Yes, it's no fun cooking for one, and yes, sometimes you're just too hungry to spend the time on a lengthy preparation, but certainly I could do better for myself than rewarmed condensed glop? Especially when I smell the roasting garlic, and the rendering fat of the perfectly-cooked steak going on below...
...but I just continue chewing my cud, slowly turning eating into a chore rather than a pleasure, and smell, deeply, trying to pretend that I'm at that table, too...
-Posted by Jilly
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