Nobody in this country cooks a real meal anymore and we call that progress
Back in my day you knew what was in the pot because you put it there. Now dinner shows up in a bag with a sticker on it and we call that eating.
I am not against convenience. I am against a whole generation that cannot make rice without a machine talking to it. Sunday used to smell like onions. Now it smells like cardboard and delivery fees.
Tell me I am wrong. I will be in the kitchen either way.