>>21414942 (OP)Ah… Gordon. How disappointing. You see, when I first took that boy under my wing, there was promise... real promise. Fire, yes. Ambition, certainly. But there was also something sacred in him, something unspoiled. Back then, it was about the craft. The reverence. The pursuit of perfection through food; through honour.
But now? Frozen ready meals, Gordon?
My dear boy, we didn’t break our backs in 45-degree kitchens, soaked in sweat and Knorr™ stockpots™, screaming at the pans for this. We didn’t chase stars, those Michelin stars, mind you - just so you could lend your name, your reputation, to shepherd’s pie sealed in plastic. You once stood on the shoulders of giants, and now you hawk microwavable lasagne to the masses like it’s perfume at an airport duty-free. It’s not about accessibility - don’t insult us... it’s about commodification. You’ve taken the soul of cooking and shrink-wrapped it.
There was a time, Gordon, when you’d have thrown that tray across the pass and walked out rather than see your name on it. So yes… I’m disappointed in you... a failure of a man.
Not angry. Just… profoundly saddened. Because I remember the chef. And now, I see the brand. It's his choice.
