When I was just learning how to cook toward the end of college and my first years post-grad, I was on a decidedly tight budget and in need of cheap meals. It was a pretty sweet deal to just have dinners to arrive on my plate in the cafeteria with zero thought or input from yours truly, but sustaining that lifestyle on the daily requires a job a few pay grades above mine.
Also, I was an AWFUL cook. Like truly bad. Could not make boxed cake to save my life bad. I think it was even my defining feature in my dorm. Oh, Lindsey, the one who burnt milk in the common room kitchen? Continue reading