eggs.
I’m not buying a loaf of bread.
I’m not buying enough lettuce to feed a small neighborhood.
I’m buying one finished meal.
I eat it.
It’s done.
No leftovers required.
No ingredients sitting in my refrigerator for six days.
No wondering what I’m going to do with the other half of the package.
No discovering a container of spinach that has somehow transformed into a biological experiment.
I pay.
I eat.
I leave.
And sometimes that simplicity has real value.
But Then There’s the Other Side
Of course, restaurants
