oneimill

I can cook damn near any food, no matter how challenging it is supposed to be. Give me the ingredients, and a basic breakdown of making it, and it will be fucking awesome. Yes, I'm narcissistic about my cooking abilities.

HOWEVER (cue dramatic music here)

I cannot, for the life of me, make....pancakes.

I'd show you photos of my attempts, but the sight of them would be too much for any mind to bear. You would collapse in horror, if not go completely insane. Your dreams would be forever haunted by the ghastly, misshapen, and both overcooked and simultaneous raw horrors I have unleashed upon the world.

There. Now you know.

In summary, fuck pancakes.