During lockdown I created a vegetable garden and built a chook house and put four chooks in it. "Now what?!" I thought. I hate cooking, what am I going to do with all these eggs... and TURNIPS? What possessed me to buy turnips to grow? Who eats them? Well, chooks do. So that's good. I hate cooking. I hate cleaning up. I have always had an aversion to touching food scraps. There! I said it! I've admitted it on the internet. I barely acknowledged this strange phobia to myself. Food scraps and washing up dish water... *shudder*. I'm sure there is a support group out there for me. ( Ok... this is me. and Brumotactillophobia: fear of food touching is also a thing - just so you know.) I have really enjoyed putting in gardens and looking after the chooks. I have no concern about chook shit or dirt. Just... unused food. *shudder*. I hate my cooking. It never tastes as good as other people's cooking. Restaurants are run by people who are experts at cook