Torn

I’m seriously in turmoil.
Philippa cooked me an absolutely gorgeous meal tonight, and when I asked her where the recipe came from she told me ‘a Jamie Oliver cookbook.’
I hate him and everything he does, but this meal was gorgeous. What do I do now?
Do I refuse to ever eat it again? Do I make myself vomit? Do I ban Philippa from ever cooking for me ever, ever again?
If I eat it and enjoy I aren’t I as bad as those people who criticise China’s human rights record while wearing jeans that were made cheaply in China?
If I admit that I find his recipes tasty don’t I forfeit any right to complain about him in the future?
I’m not sure that’s a price I’m willing to pay.
It’s bad enough sitting here now, knowing that the results of his work are currently residing in my gut. Hopefully I’ll have violent diarrhoea tonight, so I can expel him from my body the way he should be expelled from our televisions.

RC 6-1-12