That "weekend indulgence" line got me. Tried making fresh pasta from scratch one Sunday because I felt fancy. The kitchen looked like a flour bomb went off, and I was still cleaning semolina out of the toaster on Tuesday. Kind of killed the relaxing vibe I was going for. Sometimes the indulgence is just ordering a pizza and calling it a win.
Oh man, my attempt at a shortcut once was just burning instant coffee in the microwave. I somehow made it taste like wet cardboard and set off the smoke alarm. My dad just laughed with his perfectly fine, fast cup. So yeah, my lazy version of quick still lost to his, and now I just wait for the good stuff lol.
Ever see what happens when someone tries cold brew in their french press without a filter? My buddy's kitchen counter looked like a mud puddle for a week. He went back to instant.