This is a general reply to my friends who post their preparation of (gourmet) eatables on their social media site. I wouldn't mind eating at your house! This is what I shared with a dear friend of mine who loves to cook, or should I say, "put together 'stuff'". My recipes as a single male who has a slight interest in cooking for one, but mind you, a passion to cook for two, consist of the following well thought out and precisely followed steps: I first gently and with the most accurate of precision, initiate four spaces for which any of the excess steam may be eliminated from my culinary masterpiece. I then carefully and I must remind you, with the greatest of care, watch as the supporting plate circles my creation round and round in an extremely even circular path for three to five minutes depending on how such timed reactions have fared in the past and (of course) the state and level of ones hunger. Then I carefully and gently peel back the petroleum laden plastic cover and run a mixing device such as a spoon or fork through this nuclear mini-cooking agent package (containing what once was real food) again to make sure not a darn thing is left in a state of frigidity. It is then best to allow time to elapse while any surviving nutrients perish in this nuclear heat. Now, if you still are hungry after all that torture of innocent food-stuffs, proceed to feed yourself carefully, since not only will it still be at a temperature that will incinerate a car, a few microscopic friends might have somehow survived, that is, until time itself has eradicate them in a final state. Then look at the box top and imagine you are eating what is pictured. Before recycling the box, read the list of nutrients you might have received had you not destroyed any life forms in this food and eaten it completely frozen, or better yet, walked to a local food coop and eaten the ingredients raw.