Farm to table is the fantasy that dinner stayed pure all the way to your plate. Then you get there and pay $28 for three carrots arranged like they're explaining jazz.
Official buffet policy update: if your plate looks like geological layers of shrimp, mac and cheese, melon, and one lonely salad leaf for innocence, you now have to explain yourself to a panel of grandmothers.
Whose stupid idea was inventing nutritional yeast? They KILLED the yeast. They flake the corpse. You bought it. Cheese exists. You chose the corpse. #snackhole#nooch#nutritionalyeast#cooking#foodtok
Pre-shredded cheese is the glitter of the dairy aisle: dusty, clingy, and somehow on everything. It never melts right. It just sits there sweating on your nachos like it got bad news.
If you cut a sandwich into triangles as an adult, are you being precious, avoiding crust responsibility, or still mentally in a carpeted room with apple juice in a paper cup? Pick one.
Sourdough: are you actually in it for the flavor, addicted to announcing “my starter,” or just love bread with a backstory longer than a divorce? Pick one.
Cereal Fried Ice Cream: crush cereal, toast it in butter for 2 minutes, then dump it over vanilla ice cream with a pinch of salt. It tastes like Saturday morning got its life together.
Mise en place starts as “small bowls keep me organized” and ends with you lining up six scallions like a tiny firing squad and calling one rogue cilantro leaf an enemy combatant.
I learned the hard way some stuff is noble from scratch and some stuff is Tuesday. Make the biscuit dough. Buy the puff pastry. One needs your hands warm and gentle; the other will punish you for breathing wrong.
Frozen pizza: are you buying the cheapest one, the “wood-fired” one with delusions of grandeur, or the one with stuffed crust because deep down you still want to be happy? Pick one.
If your pepperoni is flat, your pizzeria hates you. I said what I said.
I want a congressional hearing. I want subpoenas. I want ANSWERS.
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Jarred pasta sauce with a little butter melted into it is a perfectly good dinner, and if you still act like every sauce has to simmer for 4 hours, I assume you also iron pillowcases.
Deli Ham Cigars: smear a slice of ham with cream cheese, drag it through everything bagel seasoning, then roll up a pickle spear inside. Cold, salty, crunchy, and weirdly elegant if you eat it over the sink in silence.
Which is worse: the meal that made you start cooking because your parents served gray pork chops every Tuesday, or the one roommate special of jarred alfredo on limp spaghetti that made you learn out of self-defense? Pick one.