I'm thinking about the time my mom tried to get me to make my own frozen burritos (which my mom then complained about the cost of), and crying. Like I'm not eating them because I like them, I'm eating them because they're within my energy budget and like the only food I can actually convince my parents to buy for me on a regular basis. And I don't even have the courage to tell my parents which kinds I actually like, because what if they get mad at me for wanting such low-class foods