Hi there.
My name is Jessie Stephens. I’m 29 next month and have a lot of hobbies that include reading, Pilates and stalking people I do not like very much on Instagram.
Oh.
And I don’t cook. Under any circumstance. The reasons are as follows:
I don’t want to.
I don’t know how to. (I could learn but see point above).
Furthermore, I don’t want to.
Food as a concept is great. I like how it allows me to live and often I find it tastes quite good, but none of that is enough of an incentive to get out pans and strainers and wooden spoons and oven trays and spend an hour making a meal that inevitably tastes like I made it.
Perhaps the hardest thing about not being able to/having no interest whatsoever in cooking, is eating healthily. Takeaway is inevitably full of sodium and sugar and other unnecessary additions that I can’t see.
Since moving out of home five years ago, I’ve been desperate to find a solution to the whole ‘I-need-to-eat-three-times-a-day’ conundrum with three specific criteria.
The first is I need to be able to afford it. Spending $20 on takeaway just isn’t sustainable.
The second is health. I don’t want a bunch of frozen meals that lack nutritional value.
And the third is wastage. I. Hate. Food. Wastage. As a woman who only really has to worry about my own meals, you can’t buy a loaf of bread or a bunch of fruit and veg, because it tends to go off before I get the chance to use it all.