I consider myself a pretty good cook…better than pretty good in fact. Sure, I’m no professional…but I’d gone a looong time without a meal totally crashing and burning. Last night’s dinner summed up in a word: Bomb. I got home late, found myself missing some ingredients for my intended creations. Culinary arrogance drove me on…I could make it work. I could create a masterpiece from mere scraps. Gold from sawdust. The Gods of the Gullet have shamed and humbled me. I won’t even discuss the "menu" or what exactly happened. It was that horrific and unpleasant. Nena said she still…