Despite the name is not a blog about my "disgust" with food, quite the opposite actually it is my self indulgent love letter to it. My sweet lady known as cooking. My stalker like obsession with all of her fine qualities. My school boy like fascination with her beauty and complexity. Even my love letters to her, point and case recipes. if anything i want people to take away my love and courage for cooking. To be more willing put down the $0.79 box of great value cheezy-roni and pick up a pot and make Moms, dads, husbands, wife's, boyfriends, girlfriends, sons, daughters, brothers, and sisters great macaroni.
Their is no need to fear that big metal hot box in the middle of your kitchen, and no i do not mean the dish washer. The stove can be a very daunting item of cookware. Its big, hot, and all around seems like its out to get you. BUT once you become friends with this Prometheanan gift you will never want to leave it.
The ability to cook can cause many wondrous things to happen in your social life also you can become a person of esteem and importance amongst your peers when they know your able to make a six coarse meal, or just plain bad ass salsa. you will become the stuff of legend. phrases such as "you have to try his/hers _____ its to die for" and "If you weren't a man/woman i would kiss you on the mouth" will become common place.
So pull out your big boy/girl apron and get ready to become the envy of the pot luck and the bane of the bake sell.

Remember Folks Cook Or Die (C.o.D.)
The Grizzly Gastronome