Cooking

I think I've figured out all of the reasons why I don't like cooking.

Cooking takes time.

Cooking means I have to be in the kitchen with a lot of food that I'd like to eat but shouldn't.

Cooking means making a mess that's going to need to be cleaned up soon.

I'm chopping, measuring, clanking around and someone else in the house can hear what I'm up to and is going to come looking to see how it's going to impact him:
"Will it taste yucky and I'll be forced to eat it?"
Or "will it be yummy and I won't be able to eat as much as I want of it?"

As soon as someone enters the kitchen to investigate, he realizes he's hungry, too.  But the food's not ready yet.  So, there's going to be the 1,405,837th conversation that goes like this: "I'm hungry."  "I'm sorry.  Dinner will be ready soon."  "Can I eat a fruit?"  "No."  "Can I eat a carrot?" "Well, ok."  "But can I eat a bagel? or fish crackers? or ...Can I make a smoothie?!"  "No, you can eat when I'm done. Go find something to do."  "But I'm hun...." "NO!"  and now I've lost my place in the recipe or sliced my finger.

And once it's done, there's always the critiques.  More salt.  Too bland.  Too salty.  I don't like parsley.  Too mushy.  Needs hot sauce.

It's too much for too little return.  If we all just ate a bowl of cereal, there'd be no complaints.