By SHAUNA ANDERSON
When I was in my 20s, Friday night was my favourite night of the week. Long work lunches, after work drinks, dinner from a kebab shop or just peanut butter toast when you staggered home.
These days Friday night is still my favourite night of the week… but its not because it involves cocktails at a bar (though a few glasses of wine are a definite feature) it’s because Friday is the night I DON’T COOK.
Do you get me? Do you have that same small thrill as well? It actually starts for me on a Friday morning, as it is TUCKSHOP DAY. So I don’t have to make lunches (those with non-school aged kids will be wrinkling their brows in complete confusion right now for my total and overarching excitement at this but I guarantee its enough to make you throw a few cartwheels in the kitchen).
The simple fact is that home cooking is over-rated. Yes I know it’s nutritionally important and good for kids. BUT gimme my Friday night off please before you judge me.
Seven reasons I think home cooking is over rated.
Just as an FYI, you should know that this post is sponsored by KFC. But all opinions expressed by the author are 100 per cent authentic and written in their own words.
1. “What’s for dinner Muuuuuuuummm?”
On some days if I hear that one more time I am going to bury myself in meat and three veg. No one told me when we had kids that we would have to start thinking about what to have for dinner EVERY SINGLE DAY.
The lack of inspiration some days is mind numbing. Remember when it used to be easy on those days – can’t be bothered cooking for one? Grab some sushi, eat some toast, drive through the drive through.
Life with kids is a whole new game of oh-no-not-that-decision-again.
2. Cooking to order.
Complicated much? So with three kids sometimes it’s like being a waiter in a top restaurant.
Spaghetti seems easy huh? But no… Jasper will have spaghetti with Bolognese sauce please ma’am and extra onions. And for Sir? Well Odie wants spaghetti with butter and cheese. And the madam? She will have the spaghetti, but no onions and extra cheese please.
3. Cleaning sucks.
I’m ashamed to say it but part of the reason I look forward to Friday night takeaways so much is that my cleaning day is Friday. After hours spent scrubbing cooktops and mopping floors the thought of my benches being smeared with peas and my sink filled with saucepans makes me want to cry. (I’m actually not kidding!)
I jump teeny tiny skippy steps just imagining throwing the takeaway containers in the bin, a quick wipe and voila cleanliness again. Well, until breakfast.
4. You can never anticipate when the hunger monster will strike.
Just when you think you’ve got this timing thing sorted it changes.