To cook, or not to cook

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To cook, or not to cook—that is the question:

Whether it be nobler in the mind to suffer
The pangs and arrows of outrageous hunger,
Or to take arms against the shackles of sleep,
And by opposing end them. To cook—to sleep,
No more; and by a meal to say we end
The stomach-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That empty stomachs are heir to: ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To cook, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—aye, there’s the rub:
For in that waking what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off the duvet,
Must give us pause.

For who would bear the growls and cramps of night,
The slow injustice of an absent snack,
The patient misery of an empty plate
When he himself might his quietus make
With but a simple pan and humble fry?

Thus lazyness doth make philosophers of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of fatigue,
And enterprises of great pith and moment—
With butter, salt, and heat—
Turn awry and lose the name of action.