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Ready or notPosted at 12:02PM, 18 June 2010 by Paige Adams - Food blogger
I have an uncontrollable wandering eye, but I don't ogle at handsome men or gawk at gorgeous women. I check out the contents of their shopping carts while in the queue at Waitrose. Anyone waiting is fair game. I'm an equal opportunity flirt.
I'm most attracted to a cart hinting of cooking that will happen later at home. Olive oil, basil, pine nuts, garlic and parmesan will turn into fresh fragrant pesto. Tortillas, black beans, peppers, coriander and rice will be transformed into spicy burritos. A tempting cart makes me want to invite myself over for dinner.
Being a supermarket voyeur has its disappointments. My dinner fantasies come to an abrupt halt when I spot a container of Spaghetti Bolognese eager to jump into a microwave - rubbery noodle shoestrings smothered in tomato sludge.
Ready meals are like bad breath on a first date
Ready meals are like bad breath on a first date. A little time spent on personal hygiene should fix the problem. Is it a sign that you don't bother to take care of yourself if you have ready-made salmon fishcakes and beef casserole in your shopping cart? Are you just plain lazy?
Rather than extolling the pleasures of cooking and eating food made from scratch, I resort to hostility. I want to say, 'Enjoy your uninspired sodium-filled, preservative-laden meal', but I have to settle for an eye-roll. Why make the effort when our relationship would never work out.