Marinieren - to Marinate

I can never be bothered marinating anything. It just takes too long. Far too much forward planning for my liking. Today, for example, I rummaged through my meagre food stocks and decided to combine three frozen chicken fillets, an onion, a full garlic bulb, some chilli-enthused olive oil (or is it infused - in fact it must be, or it implies the oil is just ridiculously keen on chillies), other various herbs and seasonings and some pasta. My chicken takes long enough to defrost as it is, were I to marinate it in anything exciting, while it might taste better, it’d be adding several hours to the prep time. The trade off just isn’t worth it. I’d take shittier tasting food if it takes less time. Within reason. I wouldn’t accept actual excrement if it took less than a second to prepare. If it was a choice between scat-munching and sticking a chicken fillet in the fridge with Nandos brand hot marinating sauce for a couple of hours, I’d be a definite convert. To marinating that is, not poop eating.