Just as an aside, this airing of grievances about all manner of completely delicious food is angering me disproportionately, and I've realized it's because I'm a dad that likes to cook, a lot.
You know those cunty fucking people whose response to some obligatory invitation to a dinner is to list their various issues with eating, like now you're some chef that's down on their luck who has to make do with whatever custom you can get. Yeah, I live with two of them. Is there anything less fulfilling on earth than cooking for your own children?
The worst is that I remember my mum articulating, more or less, exactly that. It took me till like 14 or 15 or so to realize, hey wait a second, my mum is actually a good cook, and a fantastic baker, and that in this world, this isn't normal, I'm actually really lucky. Assuming these two even get there, I'm looking at years more of this shit. I swear they are actually trying to break me. I make things to pander to them, and they are indignant to even look at them. Instead of enjoying my meal, I'm persuading them to eat something that is great.
I'm left in this position where at times I'm just thinking, "you are objectively wrong, this is fucking delicious" while they ruin my meal and their own.