It scares me to death to know I have the ability to turn a household pet into a tender taste explosion, but that's the price I pay for culinary genius. (Parody)
There is no act more precious than eating a handful of chocolate chips out of the cupboard. It is a sacred moment between you, the cupboard, and the bag of Nestle semi-sweet chocolate chips that once had another purpose but now exist to give you strength in this time of weakness.
The internet has been so good for cooking because now when someone wants a recipe they get the recipe AND a list of potential changes to it straight from the batshit mind of Debbie from Minnesota.
Fuck microwave reminder beeps. If I forgot I was making food something very serious has happened and I need you to fuck off for one second so I can concentrate.