

I love to cook. I know lots of people say that, but really I do. Long day at the office, totally exhausted and really stressed? Your solution might be a bubble bath and the latest season of House of Cards. Mine? Cooking something elaborate with lots of chopping, dicing and sautéing involved.
But I don’t love cleaning up. So on the days when I’m a walking zombie and the pile of dishes my cooking therapy would create are just too daunting I often find myself reaching for some strawberries, bread and cheese. It’s quick, it’s easy and it creates no mess whatsoever.
It is also delicious.
I used to feel pretty guilty about this makeshift dinner, and would joke about it by posting pictures on Instagram with captions like “best part of being an adult” or “failing at nutrition”. Years of absorbing dieting “rules” from friends, magazines and advertising had convinced me that cheese was a guilty pleasure, not to be consumed lightly.
