As a student, I became accustomed to a certain type of cuisine: lackluster. A big night of cooking for me resulted in spaghetti with sauce from a jar and store-bought rolls. When I was feeling fancy, I might drive to McDonald's and just go nuts. This leads us to this blog: I am here to give the proper deference to half-assing it in the kitchen. Basically this will be Julie and Julia, but with shitty food, more swearing, and no Meryl Streep. But first, let's start with a toast:
Here's to you mac-n-cheese, microwaved hot dogs, and bowls of cereal. You are cheap, easy, and delicious. As tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I am thankful for the joy that you bring me and how little time I have to take away from my other activities to prepare you. May you always feed the lazy masses, filling us with empty calories and even emptier culinary ambition.
Bon appetite or whatever.
