I’ll make myself a sandwich
When I first moved out of my parents’ home, one of the biggest changes was to suddenly be responsible for my own food. With a shocking regularity, well-cooked meals suddenly failed to magically appear on my dinner table, and the fridge also didn’t self-replenish like it did back home.
Ah, the things you eat in those days of bachelorship. I’m sure most of you who are old enough to not live with your parents anymore know exactly what I’m talking about!