I am thinking more in terms of a song. There is a song here. “Old Food.”
Decades ago, while in grad school, I stopped by McDonalds to buy my only meal of the day. I odered fries, a Big Mac and a coke. As I stood at the counter waiting for my order, I noticed dozens of baskets of uncooked fries stacked against a wall beside the frier, awaiting a quick bath in the cooking oil. It didn’t even register with me until a couple of hours later, when I was vomitting my guts out ... that food place was not actually a sanitary location from which to buy and consume food.