I have to say I'm an amazing cook. I've made a couple little recipes up all by my ownsome, and I'm very good at following other recipes and I greatly enjoy whipping up a feast. I'm a naturally good navigator, and (when not distracted by the most extraordinary things) probably a much-better-than-average driver. I can decorate quite well with what other people leave at the curb. I can sew, crochet, knit and probably stitch up a nasty gash. I'm a very good gardener. No one can spoil a dog the way I can. I'm a fair shot and handily qualified for my CHL last week. I like to be nice, but have been known to crack a whip when one needed cracking. Even at 5'2", a person or two has called me intimidating.
But only yesterday did I truly become a dangerous woman, possessor of the key to the undoing of the known universe: late Tuesday, the Brown Truck of Happiness™ delivered to me Nanny Ogg's Cookbook.
This was a surprise belated birthday gift from darling dear enabler Christina in Las Vegas. Thanks Christina, you clever girl!
I can't wait to get started, and now no one is safe. You have been warned.
I'll keep a freezer-full of ice on hand, btw, not that it will be enough.