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I don’t know how I become so lazy in the culinary department. I used to be a dab hand in the kitchen.

In the early days, I’d make all sorts. Cakes, pies, curry, pasta, roasts… you name it. My lemon meringue pie — completely from scratch — was famous.

But those adventures, it seems, are long behind me. I did cook dinner this evening, but it was a very half-hearted affair.

Soup from a pot. Potato waffles and frozen vegetables from the freezer. Chops in the air frier. Gone the days putting my heart and soul into a shared meal.

I suppose the difference back then was that cooking provided an antidote to the most mind-numbing of day jobs. Preparing a meal gave me a sense of self-worth my employment couldn’t.

Nowadays, though, I’ve allowed it to become just another chore. A necessity to feed hungry mouths, no longer the pleasure it once was. A hobby no more.