When I became an adult, I got a job at a restaurant. It paid very well if you consider the fact that I didn't have to buy food five days a week. It was a great way to start out as an adult, and strike out on my own. I never did continue to grow up.
I've been taking care of myself for almost fifteen years, and I've never really cooked for myself. Sure, I've cooked for hundreds of others, but never for myself. My last home didn't even have a kitchen, and it was never a down side.
Now it's 2015, I'm in my early 30's, and I cooked a thing. I borrowed a mini crock pot. I put two potatoes, a cup of chicken broth, some minced garlic, and two pork chops in it, and turned it on. Eight hours later I had dinner. In hind sight, I should have used more liquid, but it worked out just fine. It was delicious.
The reason for this development is a desire to grow as a person. Oh, and the money. I've come to the conclusion that cars are expensive, and I really have no excuse to not have plenty of money. I'm a single guy, with no large expenses, or drug habits.
As I write this from Mcdonald's, I do realize I have some work to do. Next time I plan to try some spices.