Vegetabular
I hate cooking. It’s the whole organizational aspect of it–you have to have the green pepper chopped up and ready to go once the garlic has softened, you have to stir-fry it for five minutes (God help you if you skip out to pee and come back a minute late), and when you’re done you have to clean up the mess. Pass. For our first few months together my roommate thought I was a druggie because I hardly ate anything–until she discovered I think cooking takes too much work.
So why did I think it would be a good idea . . .