Cooking
Tonight, I couldn't be arsed to cook, so I made quiche.
"But buni," I hear you say, "that's still cooking, isn't it?"
No, it isn't. Quiche is dumping about 800g of random food in a frozen pie tin, whisking five eggs and 70ml of milk with some garlic salt, pouring the royale over the random food, and baking at 200C until set, which is about forty-five minutes, just enough time for my pain meds to kick in.
Cooking takes, like, effort. Quiche is easy.
