This genuinely says it all. This is how I live.

HOW TO MAKE: FLUFFYRUFFS

For those of you who are well educated in the game of alternative names for food, you won't need telling what I'm about to guide you into (think Brian Butterfield and Herp-Derp). For those of you less acquainted with such, I suggest that you get on to google sharpish. 

So as promised, I'm going to feebly but with best intentions to provide a step-by-step guide for another recipe. This one's got pictures, you lucky buggers. 

Here's what you'll need. 

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DRINKING. WE LOVE IT.

Without sounding like alcoholics (or students), and at the risk of sounding like we're promoting a ridiculously unhealthy lifestyle once again, let's talk about booze for a hot minute.

Food blogs are just, like, SO impressive these days.

We should probably say before we begin, we're not celebrating bad food. We're celebrating the best of the worst. We're recognising the burger van at the end of your road, the ice cream stand outside the cinema, your local fried chicken shop and standing up to say 'YOU, Mr Chicken Shop Man, considerably improve the quality of my life so thank you!'. We're commending students for their inventive recipes, and wishing we had the same excuse to have only Sainsbury's basics stocking our fridge, though unfortunately not; currently crying into my degree certificate and considering using it as a placemat.

The thing is, happiness is not Grace Dent's idea of cuisine, although, let's face it, we'll continue reading what she's got to say purely to appreciate her lovely face and vicious words. Happiness is food, in each way it comes, and the people who make it. We know some of them aren't in line for a Michelin star... But they deserve some recognition for the joy and happiness that they bring into our otherwise poor and mundane lives. We're not denying that the £24 seafood risotto from Beach Blanket Babylon will leave your taste buds tingling, but we all know that deep down there's precious little more satisfying than six chicken wings and 409 mozzarella dippers from Chick Chicken (New Cross, check it out) when you're high as a kite on a Saturday night. 

At Skank Kitchen, we aim to bring you the best of the worst bars, restaurants (or should we call them eating establishments?), and shitty street food vans from London and beyond. Expect to see our attempted 'posh people' recipes, the outcomes of mixing the contents of our own bland cupboards, potential 'Come Dine with Me' type stuff, the list goes on. The difference between this food blog and all the rest, is that we have no money, time or talent to cook elaborate dishes. And that is just fine with us. 

We will not be giving bad food good press. On the contrary, we're giving all food bad press. We will probably ruin your perfect cake recipe, we'll probably replace decorative gold leaf for nail varnish. This is about realistic cheap living (I mean this in every sense of the word 'cheap'), and even cheaper eating. Living a ridiculous life of luxury on a shoestring budget, and consuming our way through it before we let it consume us. 

STAY CLASSY.