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:
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!