I used to like cooking – experimenting with new recipes and
trying different ingredients – but these days it’s become a chore I wish I
didn’t have to do. I’ve slipped into a rut of automatically choosing from the same limited list of
easy and familiar dishes week after week.
My unfussy husband is no help.
‘What shall we have for dinner today? And tomorrow?’ I say,
as I write the shopping list.
He shrugs, and makes a stab at being helpful, and I jot down
the usual, boring items.
My consolation is that I know I’m not the only person with
this problem.
So, When I am Rich, I’m going to set up a food company that
makes heat-and-serve ready meals with enticing names such as:
Anything!
Don’t Mind
Surprise Me
Whatever …
You Choose!
I’m sure it will
revolutionise the eating habits of the nation. (And make me another fortune.)
Of course I’ll also employ a chef who will create a
delicious but different dish for me every day!