Look at this utterly pathetic meal Neelix has made, supposed to be a special occasion as I recall (The Void):
Puff pastry with a dead bird plonked into it, single carrot, baby squash, drizzle and dirt. I would have made a fab little stir fry with all that, minus the waste of replicator space puff pastry abomination.
For some reason, this put me immediately in mind of the chief inspector in Hitchcock's Frenzy who had to deal with the consequences of his wife's Continental cooking lessons.
Such as the following: