The art of survival

I do feel a reluctant respect for people who cannot cook. Of course, I think that going past the age of 25 without learning how to feed yourself is inexcusable, and scores the person low on any scale of maturity, general life competence, and desirability as life partner, co-explorer of exotic lands, or friend. But, at the same time, I am filled with awe at the thought that they have survived this long. While their lifestyle must have cost them much in terms of money and health, the very fact that they are not dead yet looks to me like a major achievement.