A past friend of mine used to talk about how they hated this or that food, and when it came down to it it's just because he couldn't cook. Nobody ever showed him how, and he didn't care to learn. Just kept eating his hot pockets and microwave tendies every day because "healthy food just tastes boring anyway". So, I made that fucker come over once in a while. I mean, he was a big dude but otherwise he was a decent guy, just ignorant when it came to that stuff. I made him hang out with me in the kitchen. I showed him how to use a knife. We made omelettes with all kinds of greens, and mixed meats and cheese. Usually had some kind of roast or stew going on the weekends and I'd explain what I was doing while he helped chop shit. We made beef and broccoli stir fry. We made chunky marinara, and simple salad dressings. Sometimes I'd make pot stickers full of veggies and spicy pork. I mean, all in all pretty healthy stuff and plenty of variety. I just really liked cooking back then and for some reason I was taking great pleasure shattering this guy's reality where it came to food. Blew his goddamn mind. I haven't seen him in years but the last time we did talk he was getting into weekly meal prepping, and had lost some weight. I'd like to think he made it. Who knows. What was I getting at? Cooking is fun. When people make it look hard and make everything "good" look shitty and bland it just... it's sad. This person isn't even "cooking". This is just some some "fancy" attempt at chili dogs, which is what? Chili and fucking hot dogs. It's what you eat when you're too lazy to go to the store. Or hungover.