Finding Yourself in a Fucking Rut?

Me too.

Oftentimes, I discover that I am habitually putting the same food and beverage items into my face with an astounding frequency that is pregnant with boredom and lack of inspiration. Partially, this is due to my lack of ambition in the culinary arts, but it is also due in part to being utterly directionless.

And then I found this fucking beautiful, profanity-laden site, and it has turned the fucking ship around. Behold: What the Fuck Should I Make For Dinner!

My fucking meals and fucking alcohol-infused concoctions, at least for a time, have chartered upon a new fucking course! Hallelujah!