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Do you like food? Are you interested in it? What do you eat regularly? Do you order out often, and what do you get? Do you like to cook, but don’t have enough time? What in particular do you dislike about cooking- shopping, the cooking itself, cleanup (oh, for a self-cleaning kitchen!)? If there were People Kibble, would you happily exist on it?
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I like eating, yes. I don’t like “nouvelle cuisine” (big platter, little food, huge bill) and prefer “old fashioned home cooking”, but only one dish; in Spain lunch is usually two dishes plus dessert. If I’m eating out in a new restaurant I’ll usually order a salad as first and then a heavier second. I recently had a job where we always ate at the same place; I’d order only one plate, which the waitress brought in with the “firsts” even if it was officially a “second”, substituting the fries for salad, and then I’d walk back to work. I don’t order stuff I cook well myself unless there’s no other appetizing option - why eat overcooked pasta when mine is “just so”?
I don’t like eating out very much; too many people get on my case for not drinking (none of your freaking business and anyway I’m driving so even if I liked drinking, I shouldn’t); too many people make my food choices their business. If the waitress is ok with bringing me a half-salad, and with substituting the usual fries on the ribeye by more lettuce and tomato, why the hell should you care? Of course, “you” refers to those nosey people.
In my new job we get “summer hours”: July and August we work 8-3, so I have a sandwich about 12 (paté on wholegrain) and I’m not very hungry when I get home. Some days I’ve just been having a… uh… excuse me while I detour…
OK, language issue. Meal names in Spanish: desayuno, almuerzo, comida, merienda, cena, recena. Desayuno is breakfast; almuerzo is a midmorning snack; comida is lunch; merienda a midafternoon snack; cena is dinner; recena is a nightcap.
As I was saying, some days I’ve just had a “merienda-cena”: I’ve eaten something at a time that’s too late for merienda but too early for cena, and heavier than either one would normally be (only a bit heavier than a regular cena, though).
The rest of the year we get 1 hour for lunch, so I imagine I’ll be eating at the restaurant downstairs from my office quite often, if the menus are OK. Since Mom is pretty much planning on spending with me every weekend she’s not at her parents’, that kind of takes most of cooking out of the way.
When I’m on my own, I hate cooking for one. Things like steamed fish or meat, I can get single portions no problem, but for, say, veggies, it’s harder. Often what I do is cook things in a way that allows me to preserve the uneaten portion; for example, I cook pasta/rice as if it was for two, wash half in very cold water, drain it well, put it in the fridge and eat it two days later with a different dressing. Say, the first day I had rice with tomato sauce and the second I have rice with 'shrooms. Completely different animal and I didn’t need to clean up twice! Which is the part I really hate, I guess.
I’m no good for baking but for pasta and roasts I’m superb. And no, I don’t do paella, sorry 
Black rice from scratch, yes.
People kibble? Weeell… here in Spain people have done their best to come up with ways to treat pork so you can just cut-and-eat, but still, even if it was jamón pata negra, everything has a “too much” point. Even pasta. I think. Mom says that, given the way I’d probably be able to last months on pasta and chicken, our Italian genes are alive and well.
