I think this is what she INTENDS to do, but then she gets caught up in duck gits or poorly behaved ex-wives, and the poo boils over and ruins the cookware to the point it takes me days to scour the remains.
I think it was six who related a story of a roommate who would put soup on and then golly off to narnia or some such, and it really is frustrating.
That being said, the sandwiches were ballin', And I always love when a meal comes together.
I also like diverting from the "norm" for instance, normality would have had the sandwich plated, and the potatoes in a boring bowl. By mixing them, I came up with something new, even if it was only new to me.
It's always nice to escape food ruts. God, I avoided hot dogs for years because it was mom's go-to dinner.