The Tuesday Night Purgatory

And there it is. The bowl. The inescapable, circular destiny of a Tuesday night. Look at that broccoli. It’s green, sure, but it’s the green of a resigned salaryman. I’ve cooked this meal seven hundred times and I’ll probably cook it seven hundred more before the heat death of the universe. Or at least until I run out of frozen shrimp.

We pretend these 'repeats' are about efficiency. They aren't. They’re about fear. The fear of making a decision after eight hours of answering emails that could have been Slack messages. But the chicken is juicy enough to stop the sobbing. The rice is just a vehicle for soy sauce. It’s a tragedy in a ceramic dish, yet I can’t stop eating it.

Seared chicken breast, sautéed shrimp with chili flakes, steamed broccoli, white jasmine rice, black ceramic bowl, POV handheld shot, light wood parquet floor background, soft overhead domestic lighting, shot on Sony A7R IV, 35mm lens, realistic food photography, slight motion blur, authentic home meal, --ar 3:4 --v 6.0