Oh, I could tell you horror stories about past attempts at such domesticity.  Over-sautéed vegetables that taste like mush.  Under-grilled fish that may have resulted in food poisoning.  Burning the onions and filling the kitchen with smoke, burning the pancakes and filling the house with smoke, putting a mug full of water in the microwave for tea and somehow filling the apartment with smoke which remains a mystery to me to this day.  

So I would describe what I do as less “cooking” and more “assembling.”  Answer this:  if you spread peanut butter on a rice cake, is that cooking?  If you pile a bunch of raw vegetables into a bowl and pour dressing over them, is that cooking?  And lastly, is this cooking: