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There Is No Shame in Ordering Takeout!
(Sung to the tune of “We Are Family”)
We are a takeout family!
I got all my Seamless with me!
We are a takeout family!
Sit down everybody and EAT!
Some would consider “takeout family” to be a paradox, even sacrilege. In 2022, society still expects wives and mothers to do the lion’s share of meal preparation. And if I’m busy bringing home the bacon? Well, I’d better fry it up for breakfast, slap it in a sandwich for lunch, and wrap it around scallops for dinner. If I were Superwoman, I’d candy it for dessert and after-dinner cocktails, too.
But after a long day, I don’t want to cook! However, I need to eat.
My solution? I order takeout for dinner at least three nights a week. Usually, it’s my Asian carb cravings: sushi, poke bowls, or my noodle of choice (udon, pho, or pad Thai). But I am not above fast food. Au contraire, I’ll dive right into the fast food deep end. It helps that in New York, I live within a stone’s throw of the FFAL (Fast Food A-List): McDonald’s, Wendy’s, even a hybrid Pizza Hut/Taco Bell (try not to be too jealous.)
I am not a chef. Sure, I know how to follow a recipe. I regularly whip up Ina Garten’s Creamy Cheddar Grits (she served them to Jeffrey for their anniversary, so you…
