I take cooking pretty seriously. The fact that I catered my own wedding should give you a pretty good benchmark for just how seriously. I’m in the background of most of my own wedding photos as a blur in a white dress and a stained apron.
Nobody taught me how to do it—I taught myself the moment I realized the extent to which buying premade food was killing my budget.
The amount of money you can save by preparing your own food is staggering. But as cooking became my habit, I discovered all sorts of unexpected additional benefits to my social life, physical health, mental well-being, and even my sex life.
Please go into this article with a basic working knowledge of the works of Frank Herbert, as there is a joke later that I think is really funny.