The pandemic made me hate cooking. Here’s how I learned to love it again
Cooking during the pandemic has been like being a short-order cook in a really mediocre diner.
If you read this headline and thought to yourself, “Ha, I would rather burn my kitchen down than cook another meal,” then you are my people.
There have been times over the last number of months when I have fantasised about a) employing a personal chef who would have to adhere to an extremely rigid preference sheet set by me when I am premenstrual and b) setting fire to my kitchen and running as far as the wind will take me, to a land where no person ever has to cook again.
