Everyone is always down to grab a drink after work. Almost no one ever mentions food with said drinks. And people think it’s really lame when I say I’m going home to make dinner first. Well, sorry NYC. My bank account just isn’t going to cut it so I’ve got to make sacrifices and your wonderfully tempting eateries are already difficult enough to resist without the side of guilt…

Before I became mildly obsessed with The Food Network, I was convinced that I knew how to bake. Now, I wasn’t lying. I did know how to bake. From a box. The 2 eggs, oil, water, and the powdery mix in kind of box. True, they weren’t bad at all. In fact, sometimes they were absolutely delicious. If you couldn’t tell, we weren’t really a homemade baking kind of family. Homemade cooking? Absolutely. But baking – not so much.

When I opened up the Better Homes & Gardens cookbook lying around at my boyfriend’s apartment, I had one thing in mind: ground beef. I had just seen a commercial for Manwich (A sandwich is a sandwich, a Manwich is a meal) on TV and found myself craving ground beef, something I had not consumed in awhile…

Post 1 of my journey to become…not culinarily challenged.