I did. A month though, but we had a roast Sundays, pizza Fridays and baked spuds one day, so it’s only a few meals than change anyway, but it was AMAZING never to have to think about it.
Then I went the whole hog, and do huge batch cooks. I do a couple, once a month or so, and freeze in single portions. Now, when it gets to dinnertime, I’m pissed off if I have to grill fish fingers, because it’s more faff than pulling a couple of Tupperware’s out of freezer and nuking them.
There’s only two of us, DD eats like a bird and massively favours beans on toast, cheesy mash and beans, bolognese and hot dogs. If I ever eat another baked bean, it will be too soon!!
Before I contracted poverty, I went over to some ready meals. Pre-40s me would have been horrified!! If I ever recover from poverty, I’m going combine takeaways and ready meals and I’m only cooking if I feel like it and it’s something that’s way better than you can buy. I just cannot be arsed with it any more. Children and it’s relentless daily obligation have totally sucked the joy out of cooking for me.