This is basically the story of why I started cooking for myself. I asked for a couple of cook books for Christmas, picked up a few more from a big pile a local library was throwing in the trash, and I've never looked back.
A white man with a working tongue and a head for hygienic kitchen operations can make food that's better than 99% of all restaurants and cooking establishments in the world.
It's amazing how much you can boost the quality and nutrition of your food simply by making it yourself. My pickles are better than any you can buy in a store, and I'm not limited to cucumbers. I dry-age all of my own beef, and ferment and salt my own vegetables. I used to hate eating greens. After learning how to cook for myself, I realized I don't hate vegetables. I just can't stand shitty vegetables, is all. If you understand the process of browning and caramelizing sugars, you can make any dish sweeter just by adding onions or carrots. I don't use sugar for anything but baking now.
You don't realize how much fast food and restaurant food fucks with you until you cut yourself off and eat real food for a month. I can't go back. I had a McDonalds burger two months after I started cooking for myself, and it didn't even taste like food anymore. Even the food at upscale establishments taste oversalted, overseasoned, and overcooked. I can always tell where they cut the corners now. That part of the meal was frozen, this part was bought in bulk from a wholesale realtor, this salad was bagged. This dressing wasn't made in-house, the menu is lying.
If you learn how to cook for yourself, really learn how, it's almost impossible to not be healthy. Capitalism has destroyed our ability to feed and take care of ourselves. After all, why bother learning how when you can get fast food for three for under ten bucks?
But as cheap as that seems, it's even cheaper to learn how to do it yourself. You can fix meals for pennies if you know what you're doing. You can make a meal off of soup bones and vegetable scraps, and not only make it, but make it delicious.
Cabbage and onions are the last stand of implicit white cooking identity. And pork is the food of the white man. Shitskins were never brave or strong enough to hunt down something to eat that could kill ten men from the hunting party before being brought down.