Image taken from JENDELA HISTORIOGRAFI
A couple of nights ago my partner S and I came home quite late after work, and uni, respectively. He had forgotten to bring lunch to work, and so was extremely hungry when he got home. I had eaten lunch, but still felt hungry. The time was 8pm, and the both of us were at a loss as to what to cook before we feel like we're absolutely starving.
S is not much of a cook, so it's a bit hard for us to split duties like chopping (a stir fry is quick but the prep takes time) between us so it's more efficient, and I'm too picky to just have a sandwich. I have realised, though that, as we are fitting more stuff into our schedules, the time to partake in the choosing and preparing of food that we enjoy is fast running out. On some days it does seem that fast food or takeaway ends up being the only viable option.
I shudder to think that fast food will evolve to become the only option in a food-lover's life. In the past hectic months I've just realised how hard it is to keep on top of everything that's clamouring for your attention, and still take the time to think about what you're putting in your body.
Sometimes I wish that time would physically manifest itself as a grilled cheese sandwich, so that when it melts away at least it's tasty. (Although not the healthiest thing out there)
Sometimes I wish that the healthy option is the easy option.
Labels: Food for Thought