You can’t eat pictures, although I do remember seeing a movie called “King of the Hill,” where a boy is so hungry that he cuts pictures of food from magazines, puts them on a plate and then gobbles them up.
What I’m talking about is real food on my table. I’m happy to admire a beautifully roasted chicken, but given the choice of how it looks versus how it tastes, I’ll take taste any day. I came to this point of view when boxed cake mixes started using chocolate “flavoring” instead of real chocolate. They looked great but tasted like cardboard.