Book your tables at restaurant. Travel there to your eating building, by metal horse or carriage. Servants will cook, serve, clear, wash for you. You will reduce in virtual money through finger gestures. You are now bloated in satiation, with very artificial nutrition called fine cuisine…
You must be dreaming. All you get to eat is what you prepare, from the thawed frozen raw, and the basic processed. Bone 🦴 -stuck meat of the 3 ordinary kinds. Fungi masses, curdled beans, and greens that must be ripped into pieces. Sodium and sweet and oily in different flavours.
So, starving while you hash up a sustenance of rations, scraps, and leftovers? Don't ill-treat yourself while you do the good work of simple cooking to feed yourself. Cheapest regional fruits unbranded. So-called wholemeal biscuits that's still mostly bleached white flour to stay barely affordable. Drink teas and sweet non-sugars, human.
Fix a snack of rough and ready sandwich - roll a factory sausage ice-melted out of microwave heating. The salt, the carcinogens, you yell! Well, not much cheap choice, you know. Otherwise, graze on tofu and tempeh till sick of them, crack your molars on plain peanuts, or sin with chilli flakes in oil, lowest-price curry powder (salty), and lime juice (fruit sugar!) vinegar.
You'll still survive.
Sign me up for some fungi masses!