Inspired by all those recipes that involve "simmering for two minutes" or related activities over a similar time allocation. It doesn't matter whether you're watching that food like an eagle or literally forgetting that you've got something cooking on the stove top, you're going to overcook it anyway, so you may as well adjust your taste buds to that charred but smoky flavour while you can and prolong your misery for years to come.
Reminds me of my youth, before my deep resentment for cooking, when I made cookies for the first time: They were rock-hard biscuits with bitter chocolate chips and an unusually salty aftertaste, destined for the trash, but somehow people were convinced it was worth trying because "they look alright". Ah, to be young again...
Ah, money: The language that every restaurant speaks, regardless of which country you're in. Granted, you're somewhat aware that said restaurant will try to take advantage of your ignorance and make you pay more money than you have to. Because I'm not making that mistake. Again.
One of the many reasons why I loathe cooking is that people are usually expecting me to clearly remember how to cook something that I've apparently made before. I would say there's a plethora of more important stuff to remember such as public holidays, medical appointments and whatever I was last doing when playing Tropico 3.
