As opposed to the Iron one, y'know...?
It's not that I can't cook, or that I won't cook. I can actually whip up a pretty decent meal when I decide to -- and more importantly, when I've had the foresight to stock up on ingredients that are meant to go together. The rest of the time, well... yeah, I do things to food, but I wouldn't necessarily call it cooking. Surely the, uh, element of improvisation, and the randomness of the ingredients that come together in my hands in these occasions, disqualify me from any such pretension.An example, you ask?
Eh. As I write this, I'm chomping on my latest offense against gastronomy, which I assembled at 4 am from the twin dead zones that are my pantry and refrigerator.