Funfact. I absolutely hate cooking. My mind wanders out the window the very moment I take a step into the kitchen while my body becomes violently shaking akin to exorcised evil spirit. I feel violated by the very fact I need to do something in the kitchen.
So if I cook, I make sure to do plain things. Minced meat is your friend. It can work with rice, spaghetti, as part of casserole, or as a cutlet…and prolly more. It cares not. It’s fast. It’s botherless. It’s cheap. It’ll accept you as you are.
You enter the kitchen, lose all vibe for like 10 minutes, then leave with something that while maybe not being gourmet, is tasty enough to still make you feel like you did good.
And you can drop anything into minced meat. Beans, veggies, mushrooms. Again, it cares not.









Look to Europe then. Roads here have less width compared to USA to force you to focus. Or roundabouts which also make the crossing less safe…if you try to keep your speed.
Both end up making roads safer by slowing you down and forcing you to focus.