Food is one of my favorite subjects: to look at, to eat, to talk about, to draw. Notice that I do not mention ‘to make’. My entire life there have been people around me who were better at making food than I am. Why not let the cooking experts make the food, and the eating experts consume it? Seems like a logical plan. However, it does result in an achilles heal when left alone. My survival strategy therefore consists of A) making a giant portion of fajitas/dahl/spaghetti that provides sustenance for most of a week, or B) ordering something out that equates to days of leftovers – a very tall order.
