I don't enjoy cooking. I can't say that I ever have. Yet, I have done more cooking the past three months under "Stay at Home," "Safer at Home," "Quarantine," or whatever it is we are calling it than I have as a poor college student who rarely went out to eat. At first the first of all this lockdown mess, my parents or I would go pick up something on Sundays after doing livestream of church. Then, we backed off that. Seeing the ins and outs of employees without masks at some places was cringe-worthy. Also, the food we've gotten just hasn't been that good. As far as ordering groceries, I can only handle so many chicken strips, baked potatoes and breakfast for supper. I don't order groceries well, I get stuff, then I don't want to cook it, or if I do cook, I end up with so much food I have to eat it so many days in a row. So, I decided to try meal delivery. I'll only have to eat whatever I cook twice (instead of ...