serious trespassing.

i am about to intrude into the kitchen's sacred grounds with my retarded culinary skills.

who mistakes ginger for a clove of garlic?
me.
who pieces minced beef together without egg/whatever that gets the crumbs to stick?
me.
who deep-fries without giving the oil even a few moments to heat up?
me.

i shan't go on any further.

oh, by the way, you reckon warm fuzzily baked garlic chicken, coupled with parmesan spinach balls and bacon sausages with a coat of brown sugar sound good?

i'm screwed.