My girlfriend is very good at cooking vegetables. And chopped peppers, and baked strawberries, and all kinds of vegetables, ragi, soups, pures... generally not counted. All delicious, fresh, fragrance, with spices strange.
A colleague served a dish. On one side, burned, unsalted, in a cracked clay, also carried by an old refrigerator. But yes, shit, I haven’t tasted good for a long time.