This.
I just can't think of how cooking could get tougher.
Except maybe in a trench under sustained shelling at night time when surrounded by the corpses of one's friends and comrades during the First World War.
(
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:09,
archived)
From inside the ribcage of a wildebeest,
being torn apart by hyenas.
(
Smallbrainfield,
Tue 3 Mar 2009, 15:17,
archived)