Strange things always happen when you do things you are not used to.
When I was younger I had no choice but learn to cater for myself. You leave home and then face some facts of life you had heard of but couldn’t figure out they were so hard.
First, when you think cooking is no problem because you sometimes helped you mum with the salad and the tortilla, and you even prepared your sandwiches for your weekend outings… but one day,when you are on yor own, you realize that the tomatoes, potatoes and oil don’t come home when you decide you need them; you have to go and find them in the shops… and when you are there you realize you need to plan in advance and that har work when you consider giving too much thought to such a thing is a waste of time.
Anyway, if you want to eat at home, you have to do it.It’s hard but fair enough. Then, a few days later, after you’ve learnt the lesson and been to the shops before entering the kitchen, and open the fridge relying on the big, bright, colorful vegetables and fruit and tasty meats you bought last week, you find that they aren’t there -someone must have swapped them for the musty bulk you find.
Then after you get over the shock and feel strong enough to endure the stench, you feel like crying and start reproaching your ex-tomatoes and ex-meats “How could you do this to me?!” “I loved you the first time I saw you in the shop, I took you out of that crummy box and gave you a nice cosy place to stay in my brand new fridge” “I don’t deserve this”
When you are on your way to the nearest fast food place for another stomach refill, you are still musing about the tomatoes and also remember your trouble with the ironing… and the laundry… and the cleaning…
And you wonder how other people manage to do these simple things without making any fuss about it. You assume you must be no good and decide not to tell anybody about it.

