I mean I wish I could be happy with any old thing for dinner, and sure it's healthier to eat real food -but when you're pressed for time as a chowhound, food seems take an unnatural priority compared to other people.
It could be that cooking is also a de-stresser, but even when I'm getting take-out or eating a cold dinner it requires so much effort. There really is no other option than good food though-
Tonight I was craving a chicken-mushroom dish my grandmother used to make, so I improvised something with chicken thighs, cream, fresh herbs, dill, portabella mushrooms and baked the whole thing after various sauteeing. I also used up the various greens in my fridge in a pot with garlic and olive oil.
If I ate mcd's i would feel depressed, but it does seem like I wish I could be happier with crappy or even simpler food sometimes.