I am tired of cooking. And thinking about what to cook. Every once in a while I will make something. Mr. Stitchnripper is happy with whatever. Sometimes it is chicken breasts in the George foreman grill and a bag of microwave vegetables. When he says he will cook it usually starts with him saying "if you are at the grocery store, get me x,y, and z". that defeats the whole thing. It is easier for me to slap the chicken on the George Foreman. I am happy with a Lean Cuisine. I don't like to go out all that often.