+chicken! & fried in butter!

friday, in england? usually a take-away, fish and chips.
today was the same... my guardian said:
   the fish is warm and so are the chips, and they're waiting.
i just replied...
        last time i ate this fish and chip...
      i spent three ******* hours on the *******...
                    someone in the take-away, clearly didn't wash
their hands thoroughly...
              that's the last time i'm eating a take-away...
          thank you, i rather wash my hands, and prepare the food
myself... i'm not playing a lottery, on some turk, who might,
just might, wash his hands when preparing a meal.
so i took to the kitchen, once again, like a mongol...
  but i knew what i was doing this time...
  again the asparagus, and again the pepper...
the rice was cooked, onion garlic and the above stated fried...
some paprika was added...
         and then two eggs added...
       then the search for *chinese five spice...
        none to be found... but i still needed a hug...
   something to feel warm... what replaced chinese five spice?
cumin!
                       oddly enough...
               then the al dente rice was flipped into
the pan... and fried... after which, sweet chili sauce and soya sauce
were added to taste...
           then to garnish? freshly squeezed lemon juice.
            i still can't believe i could have replaced chinese five spice
with merely cumin, for that hug on the palette.
then i washed up the cooking utenstils,
    after eating the dish...
                           and at least i knew: that my hands were clean.
why is this eating out such a pointless luxury?
      i know i washed my hands, and i know what ingredients
i used, having inspected them...
             as i already said: i'm not going to risk eating
this fish & chips, and then spending 3 hours on the *******...
agonising, with a burning ****, no thank you,
i rather make my own grub.