And mostly they are all the same things. You can get a roast chicken, meatloaf, mac and cheese and maybe something else.
It quickly becomes bland.
Well, that is when I mosey over to the frozen food section and get me some Zatarain’s gumbo, étouffée, red beans, and rice and such. Or some Zummo’s boudin. That will lift your skirts.
A few years ago, I won a raffle at my Pilates studio for a 3-month free delivery from Green Chef. You could choose keto, paleo, etc. with them. I would say 90 percent of the meals were delicious, fresh, and quick to make. I loved the recipe cards and kept most of them. (Except the Shrimp Harissa. Bag that crap. Yuck.) Still make some of the recipes today. (One of my favorites was a pork tenderloin with a red pepper sauce and sautéed collard greens with zucchini and a lemon-herb dressing.) The trick is figuring out the "proprietary" parts of the meals — salad dressings, herb blends, gremolatas and sauces, which were key to the recipes— so you could make them yourself. So it wasn't too difficult to look up a red pepper sauce online and make it myself. I kept the service for about a year, but then canceled it for whatever reason.
But seriously, this is disgusting. Why not just ship out a gallon of MiraLax with their "prepping" meal? Although, the gay guys I have known in the past love talking about fecal juice and other disgusting sh*t (literally) that is part of their lifestyle. Remember the gay definition of "Santorum?" They are all sick in the head.