Absolutely zero effort considering it was supposed to be a special dinner. Frozen yorkies (not even nice ones, these are the cheapest you can get) and frozen cauliflower cheese. All so she could get pissed up on a Monday night for "content". Seeking validation for such tit food kills me.Absolute narc. It’s a basic roast dinner, hardly anything homemade.
She seeks validation and praise for her food because that’s the only place in her day where she gets it. In a traditional job she’d have a manager or colleagues telling her she did a good job on a task etc or she’d get a reward element out of her day from that but she doesn’t so she craves it from people telling her her basic food is delicious to make her feel good about herself.
No matter what she says her day to day life is mundane and she gets very little from it. That’s why she has to rattle off all the trivial tasks she’s done to make it out to even herself that she’s done more than what she has and to get praise from her followers for how busy she’s been and how she needs to rest because she’s been so busy. Away from the events, her life is boring.
She's done nothing but embarrass herself with that tit looking dinnaaa and manically dishing up and shoving it down her neck whilst pissed as a fart on a Monday night.