I keep thinking I can cook. I usually eat out or just eat cereal or something, but sometimes I go a little crazy and try to actually cook something fancy. This is not a good idea. I usually put a dab of this with a smidge of that to start out with, and then roll it with a couple cups of flower and the eggs, butter, milk, random dairy product #4, and then add a panoodle of spice in. I set the oven for about 400-425 and then plop that badboy in for approx. 12-14 minute or until a golden brown. I take a stab with my fork and slowly bring my shaking hand towards the big whole in my face and bite down. If I am lucky enough to remember to let it cool first, I can then get to the next step of practicing my long-distance spitting techniques of my concoction out the window.
I call this meal "frozen pizza."