It’s worth the hassle. I’d say if you’re ever feeling up to it try making your favorite food completely from scratch sometime. The quality of the food is so much better.
One of the worst mornings of my life was the first day I left my ex wife. I was staying at a friends house and I had to cook myself breakfast. My ex wife always cooked every meal. Not in a good way, in a manipulative controlling way.
Anyways I decided I would try to fry an egg and make a breakfast sandwich. Simple right? Nope. I smelted that fucker to the pan and some how managed to turn my over easy egg into some weird and overly chewy concoction that vaguely resembled scrambled eggs. I than sandwiched this abomination between two slightly burnt pieces of bread and smothered it with ketchup.
I never ate a more disgusting breakfast in my entire life. However, that terrible meal was exactly what I needed to promise myself I wouldn’t ever create something that putrid ever again.
Cooking is just such a chore. I’ve never enjoyed it. Now and then I get inspired to try a recipe. It never ends all that great and I inevitably am left with an annoying mess to clean up after. No, “cleaning as I go”, doesn’t work for me either. No matter how much people try to get me to do it, it never pans out for me. I absolutely despise it. It’s like getting teeth pulled.
What I eat either consists of prepackaged meals, or frozen meat/veggies that I heat up in the microwave/air fryer, or takeout. I’m in my late 20s and it has worked out for me so far so I don’t feel the need to change either.
Deep frying is easy enough but the cleanup alone gives me anxiety thinking about it.
Wait, people make their own corn dogs from scratch? I assumed people just bought them frozen and heated them up in the oven or air fryer.
It’s worth the hassle. I’d say if you’re ever feeling up to it try making your favorite food completely from scratch sometime. The quality of the food is so much better.
You haven’t met my cooking!
One of the worst mornings of my life was the first day I left my ex wife. I was staying at a friends house and I had to cook myself breakfast. My ex wife always cooked every meal. Not in a good way, in a manipulative controlling way.
Anyways I decided I would try to fry an egg and make a breakfast sandwich. Simple right? Nope. I smelted that fucker to the pan and some how managed to turn my over easy egg into some weird and overly chewy concoction that vaguely resembled scrambled eggs. I than sandwiched this abomination between two slightly burnt pieces of bread and smothered it with ketchup.
I never ate a more disgusting breakfast in my entire life. However, that terrible meal was exactly what I needed to promise myself I wouldn’t ever create something that putrid ever again.
Lol well I’m glad it motivated you.
Cooking is just such a chore. I’ve never enjoyed it. Now and then I get inspired to try a recipe. It never ends all that great and I inevitably am left with an annoying mess to clean up after. No, “cleaning as I go”, doesn’t work for me either. No matter how much people try to get me to do it, it never pans out for me. I absolutely despise it. It’s like getting teeth pulled.
What I eat either consists of prepackaged meals, or frozen meat/veggies that I heat up in the microwave/air fryer, or takeout. I’m in my late 20s and it has worked out for me so far so I don’t feel the need to change either.