The fish was worse than you remembered it being; not enough of the right spices. You’d attempted to keep a record of recipes before, but you were too lazy to maintain them and even if you did you’d yet to make something that was worth writing down. Your laziness wasn’t confined to just the stovetop, you’d also gotten in the habit of not using your proper plates and silverware relying instead on the fortitude of your paper towels and a wooden spork you’d picked up for a tenth of a bit at a swap meet. You still had to wash the spork, but it sure made clean up a lot easier. 