Ripping off Wynton Marsalis, I always say the best way to make a million in food is to start with 10 million. I tried catering on my own after leaving restaurant school, and it’s damn difficult doing it all by yourself, and help costs more than ingredients. So I found the huge takeout on all the new wannabe Rick’s Picks with their cute concoctions to be naive to the point of sad. And I see I was not the only one. The same day as starbursts were all over Dining, the op-ed page made my point: “Entrepreneur? Or unemployed?” Call it the sound of two sections failing to communicate.