I moved out of home a few years ago now, and there’s one thing I struggle with more than anything else.
I can’t cook. No. No.
As in… I really can’t cook.
And worse than that, I don’t care.
I genuinely have less than zero interest in learning how to make a number of disparate ingredients into something edible. I’d much rather come home, order Thai, and sit in front of the heater asking my dog how his day was (“yeah good thanks, did a big sniff etc.”).
I’m often told that I would save an enormous amount of money if I learned to cook, and started bringing my lunch to work. But I’m not entirely convinced.
My two housemates are vegetarians (which I ideologically believe in, it’s just that most days I eat meat) and therefore I’m usually left to my own devices when it comes to the whole putting food in my pie-hole thing.
So I decided to stage an experiment. For one week I ate entirely from home, making fancy foods like toast, pasta (variety isn’t my strong point) and even a stir fry (it tasted like… mistake).
Then for week two, I ate only takeout, buying breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday for five days.
Here’s how it went.
WEEK ONE
Monday:
Breakfast: Vegemite on toast
Drinks: Nerada black tea
Snack: Two mandarins (free in the office kitchen)
Lunch: Chicken salad with lettuce, beetroot, feta, carrot, onion, tomato and balsamic vinaigrette
