Living alongside it, but not doing it myself, I have some observations to share. First and foremost, it was a real weeknight angst-buster. No denying it, they didn't have a skerrick of the what-am-I-going-to-eat? panic that gripped me for a reliable half hour every night. But nor did they have the pleasure of really nailing it. You know how sometimes you come up with a meal on the fly and it's a total deadset winner? Well that never happens when you plan the all. Sure, you get the odd 'well that was a good recipe, I think I'll make that again' kind of pleasure. But not the joyful 'holy shit I've really nailed this one' kind of feeling.
To be fair, that's a once a month kind of thing for me. But shit guys, it's a great time of the month.