Don't want to sound like a cliched comedian, incapable of coming up with original material, so he makes up crap about how poor they were, but I remember as a kid existing on stew for weeks at one point. We were just having a bad patch.

Now I might have moaned about my mums cooking, but she knew how to make decent ingredients into meals that wouldn't poison us. Might have tasted like nothing (herbs were for posh people), but.....you get my idea.

Fast forward to me somehow getting volunteered to make the main course for a Rotaract safari supper. I had absolutely no idea, and had to phone an aunt to ask how to cook a vegetable.
It wasn't that I was lazy - I just never thought to ask, and my parents weren't over keen on my learning off them.

A friend in Rotaract for a joke gave me a student cook book, and I basically studied that. I'm ok now.

The thing is, people (Well, chavvy people) complain about how fresh food is expensive, and this is why they stuff their faces with chocolate, pies and ready meals.
Absolute balls!

Bag of apples - £1.50, 6-8 snacks in that. Bar of tooth rotting gut expanding choc - £1 ish, one snack.

Vegetables in season - huge amount for a few quid. Want meat? Well go to the local market or Aldi, decent sized chicken for less than £3, pork shoulder steaks (A personal favourite, just the right mix of fat and lean in one of those) for £2,69 for a pack. Pack of chicken thighs for £1,99, you can feed a family with one of those with plenty of vegetables thrown in (People do not need to eat tons of meat)

The problem is people:

A. Don't know how to cook. This is scandalous, and if they don't learn off their parents (I know from experience this just doesn't happen sometimes) then it is well overdue that this basic skill is taught in schools. Not the fancy rubbish with too much writing we had to suffer, but basic cooking with emphasis on practical.

B. People are too lazy to cook - my biggest suspicion.

C. People don't want decent food and want an excuse to stuff their fat faces with crud, expanding their lovely bingo wings so they can get extra tattoos on them, and expanding their bottoms so they can fit on the sofa to watch Jeremy Kyle.