It’s Friday night. It’s time to make some food. I dust off the recipe machine and fire up the Googler. Eons later, I’m still scrolling through someone’s self-important blog post about how their version of the food is more authentic than anyone else’s, searching for clear directions about how to actually make the food like some kind of medieval alchemist deciphering the cabbala. My belly button is caving in. I begin to wither away.
This is not a food blog. It’s more like a recipe box where I keep track of the things I like to make. I’m not any kind of chef. I’m an extraordinarily lazy cook who has spent a lot of time figuring out how to make a few things taste unhorrible. I’m also a completely disorganized cook who has found some ways to make food less ruined. So I figured I’d share some of my unhorrible and only slightly ruined food with the world. If this website ever turns into a blog, please bury me alive.
Bone appleteeth!