Not my problem. At all. I like my food prepared properly, and quite frankly, I've seen some pretty disgusting home kitchens and cooking practices in my day.
True story: Once upon a time, I invited "the girls" over to prepare holiday cookies for work, and I saw when one of the highly refined ladies droooooled into a batch of fancy cookies she was making. Neeever said a thing about it--and I sure as heck didn't eat any cookies. blech blech blech
A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.
People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like “be realistic”.
Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go.
You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago.