A famous chef once said, “The best meal is the one you make yourself.” Unfortunately, this famous chef, being foreign, mixed up his pronouns. He said ‘you’ and ‘yourself’, but what he really meant to say was ‘I’ and ‘myself’. This grammatical slip has led to decades of false hope and broken dreams, again supporting the idea that foreigners are the cause of much of our misfortune. To avoid further disappointment, today chicken and rice sets the record straight.
For many on this planet, the best meal is the one someone else makes for you. This can be for any number of reasons. You may be friends with a famous chef. You might live in any number of third-world nations. You could have no cooking talent whatsoever. No other reasons come to mind at the moment, but the moral of the story is, don’t be ashamed of your lack of pride/consumables/talent depending on what the case may be. Make the most of what you do have. If someone offers you a steak, and all you can cook is pasta, you take that steak. If someone offers you pasta, and you haven’t eaten for days, eat that pasta with dignity. But don’t restrict yourself to dishes humans have made. Something machine-processed can be just as–nay, more delicious than what you can prepare. If people could make better french fries, would they go to McDonalds? If TV dinners weren’t delicious, would people buy them? Who cares if your brownies pale in comparison to those of Betty Crocker. She has had decades to perfect her recipe to maximize both chewiness and fudge-like-taste. Do not try to compete. Embrace her for the delicious that she provides in convenient packaged form.
Friends, to summarize–don’t worry about the source of delicious. It could be from a box, a drive-through, a friend with cooking talent, a friendly squirrel, or a soup kitchen volunteer. What matters is the delicious itself. And do not despair, friends, for I know of one dish that anyone can prepare, and have heard that it is best served cold. Delicious indeed.