I love cooking; it's rewarding and therapeutic. But it can be a pain in the ass, purchasing the food in the first place and then dealing with the washing up afterwards.
I'm the sort that uses just about every utensil at his disposal in cooking a single meal.
I made a big lasagne for me and my flatmate the other night (the one who made me my vagina cake), and we've still not bothered to wash up.
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