I work in a warehouse. A warehouse filled with food. As one might imagine, food is on my mind almost all the time. Lately I thought I might as well start doing something with the food other than just thinking about it. Now I'm an amateur cook. Anything my wife likes to eat. No matter what I do, no matter how fresh of painstakingly prepared my ingredients are... I cannot make spaghetti sauce to save my life. I think it might be some sort of curse.