Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you.
The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.
On the road, I'll always pack a package or two of pre-cooked lentils, nuts, vegan protein bars and powders.
I used to shop in ASDA all the time. Every now and then I still go in to get a little salad for lunch.
Each season, my balance gets worse, and sometimes I fall. I no longer cook for myself but microwave widower food, mostly Stouffer's. My fingers are clumsy and slow with buttons.
It's stylish to have people over. But unstylish to make them bring food. It's so tacky, making everybody appear at the door with a dish. Better to order in, use a caterer or bring prepared food into your kitchen.
When I come home from a shoot, I'd rather reheat food I've made than eat takeout.
I don't love cooking, so when I'm on my own in New York, I tend to eat prepared foods, like lentil soup from Juice Press and Whole Foods.
I'm not going out of my way to eat something that's not prepared for me.
I don't cook, I always order food or I go out.
Men don't like eating out of cans. And I don't like eating out of cans too much, either.
You shouldn't be eating anything that takes six minutes to microwave.
I'm a takeout kind of girl. Whole Foods prepares most of my meals.
My old man never used to cook, so we lived on takeaway. The others were always jealous.
You know, all these fancy, detailed diets work only if you are sitting at home doing nothing. If you are working, where is the time to whip up food again and again?
