Uh, erm, none of the "masterpieces" in the link above are actually mine, but they might as well have been, because I'm perfectly able to produce anyone of them. :D Poor capitu was complaining the other time about having made poor quality waffles, but I told her that once my parents asked me to heat up something, and there was already an actual fire burning in the pot, with dark smoke all over the kitchen, when I finally decided that some action must be taken - and I opened the window (without actually thinking about removing the pot from the fire) - that's how poor I am at cooking. :D If my dad didn't come home, my parents would probably be sleeping on the park benches, covered by newspapers. What can I say - I'm a cooking moron? That doesn't even begin to cover it! :D
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