I always have good intentions of cooking my own food. I can whip up something for a pot luck or fry some eggs for breakfast, but I have these glorious delusions of grandeur that I’ll put together a nice little meal for myself and maybe one day actually eat at my dining room table.
Sure, sure, the internet is full of free recipes, but sometimes those recipes are about forty-five million steps above my head. I mean, I don’t know how to do a whole heck of a lot in the kitchen, and often find myself full of pride if I can make some Chef Boyardee without burning it to the bottom of the pan.
One day, even if I have to write/build the damn thing myself, there’s going to be a website or a book geared directly towards single folk that are somewhat frightened of kitchen appliances. I just need a good name for it.