If the DUmmie were to cook a pizza and ship it to me, I believe I'd throw away the pizza and eat the greasy box.
Are you aware, sir, of any human being who has ever dined on antelope?
Out here in the Sandhills, it would be considered a desperation, last-resort, sort of food, like coyote; something one eats only if there's no alternatives, and it's a matter of life or death (i.e., the first pioneers in the Sandhills, circa 1880-1910).