This reminds me of something I came to realize a while back -- the myth of the fatass being an amazing cook. Cooking is an art, a delicate art that requires patience and dedication. While there are many foods that can be easily thrown together with little effort, like spaghetti for instance, there's so much more to culinary excellence. This is where some may disagree with me, but fine dining is fucking amazing. I'm the last person you could consider an insufferable foodie but I have a healthy admiration for actual fine dining, particular French-fusion cuisine. It's great -- the portions are always small but filling, the flavors are incredible, half the time I don't know what I'm eating but I trust the chef's expertise and experience so it's not really an issue. The world's most excellent chefs aren't fat sacks of shit. Like everything else in their craft, they know the value of moderation. They rail against the same things fats love -- excessive anything, including the overuse and reliance on certain... ingredients. Fatasses that profess to be "good" at cooking like to use words like "soulful" or "hearty" to describe their slop. Salty, buttery, fatty-sugary crap, throw some extra cheese on it, deep fry it for another three minutes, roll it in one more coating of sprinkles, whatever. That's the extent of their "skill" and people eat it up (pun not intended). Okay, I know I went off on a wild tangent there, so I'll wrap it up -- fats do not make good cooks. They consume nothing but garbage to get into and maintain their current shape, therefore whatever they produce for your consumption will take on similar properties.