It seems I have this until-now unexamined belief that if you're not getting oil all over your stovetop and constantly burning yourself, you're not eating real food
Also, I try to have most meals be 50+% produce, but produce is HUGE (most shrinks when you cook it) and, like, no one has a ... cabbage box in or out of their fridge. I'm always trying to FOLD leeks or chard or something to fit it.
Side note, even if you live in a very grown-up apartment in NYC and it looks like you have nice appliances, it takes a trip to the 'burbs to clue you in that, actually, your fancy NYC appliances are three-quarter-sized by American standards.
I'm pretty sure it's a peculiarly American thing to expect a microwave that can comfortably accommodate Hot Pockets for a family of five, plus the oldest kid's soccer buddies (you know this sounds exactly like a real commercial with a smiling white mom in a chambray shirt)
