The only people I know who bragged about their culinary skills but turned out to be terrible cooks all were "blue-collar gourmet" types of guys. You know, the kind of guys who only cook two or three times a month, but still think they're experts in the kitchen. They're especially fond of cooking on an outdoor grill, even though they always burn the meat or ruin it by applying way too much of their own "homemade" barbecue sauce.
You know the type -- they stand in front of the grill with their pot bellies drooping out of a Dallas Cowboys jersey, wearing a chef's hat that says "Kiss the Cook", and pouring beer on the hamburgers and steaks, between sips.
You know the type -- they stand in front of the grill with their pot bellies drooping out of a Dallas Cowboys jersey, wearing a chef's hat that says "Kiss the Cook", and pouring beer on the hamburgers and steaks, between sips.





Funny thing is, until I was about 20, if it was battered and deep fried, I didn't want to eat any seafood.





