I think I’ve made it pretty clear over the months that although I am an infinite fat-ass and am obsessed with food, I was born without the “good cook” gene.  However, I do believe in the power of cookbooks and classes, and as a result of a onetime (pricey) session

I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with