I cannot cook anything save for a dead fish, you just clean those and direct them at a fire but fish is a gay breakfast. our kitchen is comedy, we have all of these copper all-clad pans hanging from the ceiling that we've never used and at this point are purely decorative. there's some splenda, a bunch of assorted odwalla drinks, some hermits from whole foods, protein powder, frozen berries, reblochon cheese without any bread and tons of otter pops from the summer in the freezer as well as a pint of ice cream. technically, i should have scurvy by now if i didn't eat out.