It’s something you could never comprehend. The last statement you made too me only further more proves my point in being, you were never willing to change. It’s not that I “love food.” It’s that I dislike people Making food, when they couldn’t even pop something into the oven without f****** up precooked food. Not to mention all the other little things in the process of a retards makings. If anybody had a love for food I’d think it was the guy surrounded by crumbs and bacteria filled left-overs from you’re dirty a** fridge to the counter tops all the way to the dashboardof that pos you drive c***.. adulting is hard I get it, you’re preping for a nursing home with a trash can starring at a dumpster in a state you’ve literally never been to. You want to die alone in a loud tiny room with neglectful nurses whom all look like men but are not. I don’t have a “family problem,” just a family solution.