alternate subtitle: how I learned to stop worrying and throw some food in a pan
Almost exactly twelve months ago, I had never cooked a full meal in my life, if you don't count boiling a hot dog, pouring
I'm blogging this from a Starbucks in Phoenix. I'm sweating, partially because it's hot even inside with the AC nominally blasting, and partially because I just ate so much BBQ I'm worried I might actually pass out