Kelly Conaboy is writing an advice column for Dipp readers. It's going to be very serious. So serious, in fact, we named it Very Serious: An Advice Column by Kelly Conaboy. Just email her at kelly.conaboy@gmail.com with your most crucial conundrums and each week, Kelly will solve one lucky reader's biggest problem.

Previously, Kelly has tackled the stars, how to buy a couch, how to get over a break up, how to ghost, how to update your computer, and how to ditch your friends' babies, and how to move. This week, it's cooking.

Dear Kelly,

For reasons I don’t think I have to get into, I’m tired of cooking. But I still have to feed myself. What should I make?

-Sarah

Sarah, this is a great question.

I think, at this point, most people can relate. Let me guess a bit about your life — maybe in the early stages of the pandemic you got into making more complicated meals than you were used to making. You purchased interesting spices, you soaked beans. You completed the Instagram recipes and Instagrammed them, even though your version did not particularly look as Instagrammable as you hoped it would. You made bread and maintained a sourdough starter. You briefly enjoyed an acute focus on domesticity. Now, the starter is in hell and you never want to see a shallot again for the rest of your damn life.