• MantidSys@kbin.social
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      Childhood neglect, abuse, autism, and enough money to rely on pre-made foods.

      Source: my life

      P.S.: Don’t be so dismissive of people whose struggles you’re unfamiliar with. And that’s assuming this image wasn’t staged.

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        I’m early Gen X with a bunch of much older boomer siblings. By the time I came along my mom was too frazzled to teach me “women’s work” of cooking and cleaning. I relied on prepackaged, frozen, and just a couple basic recipes to get me through.

        By the time I was 27-28 I started having kids. I took the opportunity to basically watch 24/7 food network (before all the competitions and game shows) and learned to cook. My sons? I started teaching them to cook as soon as I could get them to participate without hurting themselves.

        But that’s me. I enjoy cooking, so I went for it. Some people don’t even like cooking, or enjoy food enough to care beyond eating as unavoidable body maintenance.

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          I semi learned from my mother. I can follow a recipe no problem. I tend to over cook rather than undercook. Making my own creations isn’t where I excell.However, I choose to put my time into other pursuits. Food is just sustenance. I eat the same thing every day. (Also found a shirt I like and ordered 7 and wear them every day)

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    Choc milk aside that looks like dog food. If you’re going to eat meat at least learn to cook it properly. No self respecting boy (or girl for that matter) should be inflicting this abomination upon themselves. Why do boys apparently have to hate themselves like this?

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    When I was like 9 years old I had steak and a chocolate milk at a fancy restaurant (fancy to nine year old me).

    I threw up and have never sought that particular combination out again.

    It’s been literally decades and I just got that weird extra saliva kick in the back of my throat that says I won’t be trying it again tonight.

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    I wish “Guys can’t survive on their own without someone parenting them 24/7” was what people meant when they complained about misandry.

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      Hard to tell… they’re just grey and probably almost flavorless.

      I’m betting they got covered in either ketchup or steak sauce.