what's for dinner?

when i acquire bad, thrift-store art, it'll hang on the walls for days, months or even years 'til it's subverted in some way. this piece was the bane of roommates until the subtle punchline was added.

i'm sure you're aware of the dire straits our food supplies are in, where all nutrients are leached out, then a small portion added, then the whole amalgamation covered in corn syrup and hydrogenated vegetable oil and served to you, consumer. most things you're eating wouldn't be recognized  by your great-grandparents as being a foodstuff.