They also ask me stupid questions like “you cook?”.
Yes. You dont? I work full time. I cook one meal a day. Unless my husband says he will just eat leftovers and gives me a day off.
The current trend in home economics is delivery for everything. The new wave of internet start ups are food delivery apps. You can now have everything from premium foods like Whole Foods delivered to UberEats delivering your local restaurant food too your door. Everything you want to eat at anytime of day is now available to you.
Cooking from scratch is a lost art and it's slowly being marketed out of existence.
It's cheap. It's not difficult. /s/ketocooking contains what I make. Everyone loves the smells and asks me about it, but I never see them change their habits (gas station sandwiches (can somebody say nutrition?), going out to eat ($$$), canned whatever...
It's not the eating healthy that's difficult for folks it's the addiction to convenience that's difficult to break. We're slowly being programmed to always take the path of least resistance, we shun from any discomfort and rely on the ever present fast food options that are surrounding us.
If you are older then 30 then you might remember a time before 24/7 access to food. I remember the only location I might get a treat while running errands with a parent would be a lollipop from the bank. But now, go about your day and notice anywhere you make a financial transaction there is usually some type of convenience snack or candy.
Long rant but it's not about difficulty it's about addiction and our human behavior being modified to turn us into the characters from Wall-E.
It really isnt difficult. It just takes time as well as trial and error to figure out what my husband likes.
That truly is amazing. The incompetence of some is simply staggering.
My husbands coworkers always seemed surprised that I packed my husband a lunch. It was usually a sandwich and maybe some carrot sticks, nothing too fancy.
I have stopped though because my lunches were going uneaten, not all the time, but the temptation of everyone else getting something out to eat started to get too much for him. For a short while he was coming home for lunch and I would make him lunch then.
I worked in a small office of less than 10 people. We were a close knit group and ate lunch everyday together. It was remote, so you either brought your lunch or didn’t eat. We had a kitchen stocked with a few essentials. Every single day they would almost be drooling wanting to know what I had for dinner the night before and what I brought for lunch that day. Sometimes they even wanted to know what I was mankinf for dinner that day and what they could expect to see me have for lunch the following day. It was kind of funny. I felt complimented. No one was fat, so I didn’t find it annoying. They were mostly young.
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