No more (and stop me if I try)

There's one thing I absolutely hate since I started my new life in the working class... dinner. Although I love to cook, I just can't get myself to do something creative in the kitchen after a full day of work. (It's hard enough to get myself to do something in the kitchen after a full day of work, let alone something creative.) The problem isn't the cooking itself, it's the thinking part... what're we going to eat, how am I going to make it, what should I do first, which pots and pans are needed, watch out with the knife and more of the basics of cooking. He isn't much of a help either... fair enough, he will do his share of chopping and cleaning, but his doesn't provide creative thinking input in the kitchen.

Every now and then, mainly when he's not at home to talk me out of it, I can't resist the urge to visit the snack bar. Quick food. No cooking (and especially no thinking) involved. But it has been a while, more than six weeks since the last visit... and now I remember why... It tastes horrible, like chewing cardboard which has been soaked in fat for at least a day. A 'meal' with absolutely no nutrients, which I really regret at the moment. I can feel my bowels complaining and my arteries clot...

Next time I've this urge for quick food, please remind me the stuff they sell in snack bars doesn't qualify as food and hand me an apple.

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