Time for a story. A long long time ago in Boy Scouts, me and nick were out on a campout. Nick was in charge of cooking dinner that night. It was spaghetti night. Let me tell you, Nick gave a comedy of errors. He dropped the spaghetti noodles onto the ground. He picked them up, and put them into the boiling water. (which is the only reason I still ate it.) As for the sauce, well, the sauce came from a jar, and Nick used the sauce, then added more water to the sauce. It was the runniest sauce I've ever had before.

Later that evening, we made brownies in a dutch oven. They came out burnt to a crisp. We played frisbee with it.

Starting this entry made me do a google search for Nick. Looks like Nick graduated from Paul Smith's with a degree in Culinary Arts, and was president of their Student Government. Strange how things work out.

As for me, I don't know how I managed to do it, but I seemed to have splattered chocolate over many things while making brownies in my kitchen. My shirt had a nice chocolate stain on it, my table did too, as did a plate that was sitting on the table.

I wish I had *real* mad cooking skills. I'm good, and I can follow the recipie, and do really good stuff, but lateley it seems that I've stuck to the old adage "If Betty Crocker don't do it, I don't do it either."