My most recent partner said that her bisexuality was confirmed by dating me, because I was clearly a woman on the outside, but a man when it came to the cooking. First of all, we were very not very compatible in general in the food department. She grew up in an Italian American enclave on Staten Island, and I grew up in the Midwest. She thinks pasta is a comfort food, and I think pasta is something you eat when you run out of the meat in the house. The biggest problem with my cooking is that I don't believe in stopping to ask directions and I don't know when to stop experimenting. For example, consider this recent example. If you really want to have a bad food experience, do this:
1. Be really hungry.
2. Open up a can of manwich sauce because you liked it when your mom made manwiches.
3. Remember you don't have any ground beef, and anyway you live on a boat and don't have a stove.
4. Decide canned tuna from the dollar store will be a good substitute.