There are the simple, reliable meals that take a minimum of grocery-shopping foresight:
Guy Fieri's Carbonara recipe, with the noticeably shitty thin-sliced pre-packaged pancetta
There are the fast meals, that pack a filling, reasonably nutritious punch in very little time:
Chicken+vegetables+fire. Yeah that's microwaveable rice
There are the slightly more elaborate meals:
Chicken sausage pasta with zucchini and cherry tomatoes. Cooking music is essential.
There are the stress-relief meals, which are really more about putting your mind entirely into the act of cooking:
Election Eve Jitters are no match for a culinary fiesta
There are the lazy meals:
Breakfast for dinner!
There are meals large enough to satisfy the disturbing, primal hunger that inevitably follows long hours in the anatomy lab:
DAN HUNGRY. DAN EAT EVERYTHING IN APARTMENT.
And there are the supremely lazy meals:
Guess it's time to cook. What's in my fridge?
As you can see, most of my meals fall between "lazy" and "simple" on the scale of kitchen complexity. And if I don't have time to cook, I sure as hell don't have time to write to an imaginary audience about it. Matter of fact, what the hell am I even doing now?