Sometimes I just don't want to cook (too much)

This post is what it says on the tin: sometimes I just really really really don’t want to cook.

Take the past couple of weeks as the perfect example: I started off excited about a weekend all to myself and the prospect of cooking just what I wanted like I wanted it and when I wanted it and then descended into a spiral of self-pity caused by my first bout of flu for this marvellous Autumn/Winter ’11.

The bogies come in a wide array of green hues this season in case you were wondering.

And even though I’m the kinda girl who doesn’t really lose her appetite whilst ill I do crave things and this week it was pre-packed and/or far from wholesome food stuffs that required minimum preparation time on my part.

A far cry from the chicken fajitas I took the time to write about last time!

There was frozen pizza - no photo available so you will only have to believe me on this one.

There were brie and mango chutney quesadillas – The brie being a supermarket’s own brand and the chutney not being made by me, but Ahmed (see? There’s his name on the label).

There were pre-prepared burgers, because even if I had fresh minced meat in the fridge I could not face the hassle of forming it into patties and going through the emotional drama of have them disintegrate when I didn’t pay enough attention to the cooking process.
These were “steak burgers” apparently – I’ll take whatever the supermarket wants to tell me in this instance.

There was A LOT of noodle soup and this was the £.060 a pack kind of noodle soup that is so full of colorants and fake seasoning that even a child in the 70s would want a bowl. I think this is one of the few seasoning kits I don’t mind. In fact, I love them.

And then my favourite meal of them all: oven-baked chicken goujons with a side of iceberg lettuce.

Now, as I enjoyed this last delicacy I asked myself two important questions “Why don’t I buy iceberg lettuce more often?!” – It lasts longer than most types of lettuce and it has crunch and stuff – and “Why don’t I buy more chicken goujons?!” – Oh, yeah, because you’ll find that I didn’t bother making them from scratch; I bought them in a pack (see exhibit A below), took them out, put them in a baking tray and whacked them in the oven.

Sometimes I feel just fine with taking shortcuts and giving myself a few days off.