Ah, the joys of cooking. That is if you *want* to cook. Most of us have to cook, and that leaves little room for joy, and more room for bitter resentment because everything you cook starts to resemble rubber.

Mostly I will be linking you offsite, because it's rather bothersome to copy and paste other people's work. Although sometimes I will change enough to the recipe that I can call it my own (But that is rare, i'm not at the point where I can easily do that)

Dedicated to Jason, start cooking you lazy bastard.