I'm not the best in the kitchen, and sometimes it seems the world intends to keep it that way. Even if you disregard the multiple kitchen fires I swear I didn't mean to set, there's the fact that when I had someone over for dinner this weekend, the wiring to my kitchen light went out. Because nothing is as fun as cooking* in the dark.
And then, later, I slapped some sauce and shredded cheese on a store-bought crust and called it a home-made pizza and felt all proud of myself until I started catching up on
Geekologie and saw this:
It's an octopizza, and it's just not fair.
(True: But I do make a mean chicken pot pie.)
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