We hit a wall with cooking yesterday and didn’t get over it tonight. Two evenings of stuff pulled from the freezer because, as my wife put it, “I’m tired of how my own food tastes.”
Snacks from the freezer aisle are the new eating out. And it sucks.
We’ve tried new recipes. A bunch of them. Maybe it’s just the effort involved? Not sure. Maybe, as someone said on Twitter, I just want a meal made by someone who doesn’t love me.