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by Tommy Siegel
I feel like this cartoonist fundamentally does not grok the reason that this would appeal, in which case, man he’s fuckin’ lucky.
yup. in a good week, i can still only pick 2 out of 3: grocery shop, cook, and clean up after cooking.
plus executive function and too many (conflicting!) brain weasels about eating Right mean that actually planning meals before going to the grocery store either uses up too many spoons or just doesn’t happen and I end up with whatever food I thought about as I walked through the store
at this point I’m trying to conserve money enough that I only get a box if it’s say, right after i get back from vacation and I know I won’t end up grocery shopping, but that leads to some questionable food decisions on days when Meg isn’t feeding me…I may need to reevaluate and go back to doing it more often.
I tend to feel very strongly that if these kinds of boxes help you and are economically feasible period (like there potentially exists the money) then they are so, so fucking worth it and absolutely deserve to be prioritized.
Those of you who’ve followed me a while know this but newer people might not– there was a solid year, maybe two, when I Could Not Deal and we lived on Blue Apron and it was the greatest goddamn thing. Because Dude never learned meal planning, but he can follow directions, and he made us three Blue Apron dinners a week and it meant we lived, we didn’t subsist on takeout or have faceoffs nightly over whose turn it was to make box mac and cheese or whatever; we had actual tasty homecooked meals without preservatives etc and with fresh vegetables and such.
I can do all that meal planning and organizing and using a single chicken for four main meals plus lunch leftovers and all that… sometimes. But there was a time when I couldn’t. And boy did I feel shitty that I couldn’t but I also really couldn’t.
It’s pretty damn funny when they send you an onion in the mail. But listen. if they sent you all the complicated ingredients and then a list of what you had to go get? “Here’s a steak and some esoteric spices, you need breadcrumbs and an onion and butter and a handful of chives.”
Nope!
They assume you have salt, pepper, olive oil, a frying pan, a knife, a cutting board, and plates to eat off of. Everything else comes to you in that box.
It is absolutely not something I need or want at this point in my life, and I kind of roll my eyes about it a little now and then, but–
my God, if you need this, it’s a revelation. And it’s such a good way to gently guide you back onto the path of cooking for yourself, if that’s something you want to do, or have to do.
The little containers they send you a single egg in are objectively hilarious though.
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violent-darts:
ciaccona17:
violent-darts:
tastefullyoffensive:
by Tommy Siegel
I feel like this cartoonist fundamentally does not grok the reason that this would appeal, in which case, man he’s fuckin’ lucky.
yup. in a good week, i can still only pick 2 out of 3: grocery shop, cook, and clean up after cooking.
plus executive function and too many (conflicting!) brain weasels about eating Right mean that actually planning meals before going to the grocery store either uses up too many spoons or just doesn’t happen and I end up with whatever food I thought about as I walked through the store
at this point I’m trying to conserve money enough that I only get a box if it’s say, right after i get back from vacation and I know I won’t end up grocery shopping, but that leads to some questionable food decisions on days when Meg isn’t feeding me…I may need to reevaluate and go back to doing it more often.
I tend to feel very strongly that if these kinds of boxes help you and are economically feasible period (like there potentially exists the money) then they are so, so fucking worth it and absolutely deserve to be prioritized.
Those of you who’ve followed me a while know this but newer people might not– there was a solid year, maybe two, when I Could Not Deal and we lived on Blue Apron and it was the greatest goddamn thing. Because Dude never learned meal planning, but he can follow directions, and he made us three Blue Apron dinners a week and it meant we lived, we didn’t subsist on takeout or have faceoffs nightly over whose turn it was to make box mac and cheese or whatever; we had actual tasty homecooked meals without preservatives etc and with fresh vegetables and such.
I can do all that meal planning and organizing and using a single chicken for four main meals plus lunch leftovers and all that… sometimes. But there was a time when I couldn’t. And boy did I feel shitty that I couldn’t but I also really couldn’t.
It’s pretty damn funny when they send you an onion in the mail. But listen. if they sent you all the complicated ingredients and then a list of what you had to go get? “Here’s a steak and some esoteric spices, you need breadcrumbs and an onion and butter and a handful of chives.”
Nope!
They assume you have salt, pepper, olive oil, a frying pan, a knife, a cutting board, and plates to eat off of. Everything else comes to you in that box.
It is absolutely not something I need or want at this point in my life, and I kind of roll my eyes about it a little now and then, but–
my God, if you need this, it’s a revelation. And it’s such a good way to gently guide you back onto the path of cooking for yourself, if that’s something you want to do, or have to do.
The little containers they send you a single egg in are objectively hilarious though.
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Date: 2018-06-12 02:53 am (UTC)But I am also aware that a lot of people don't have this background, and/or have other demands on their time that preclude them from using that background. (The nice thing about being single is that I can cook whatever I want. The problem with being single is that nobody ever helps with the cooking if I'm tired or busy.) In which case, having an onion and a chicken fillet and a lemon mailed to you is a perfectly reasonable way to handle that.