You may or may not have seen my drunken attempts at first pronouncing beef bourguignon and then cooking it with the help of my DS.
If you had seen it, you may or may not have been able to figure out if I liked Personal Trainer: Cooking. Your confusion may or may not have been caused, in no small part, by my cooking companion: Big-Ass Glass of Whiskey.
If you'd rather not base your decision on whether to buy Personal Trainer: Cooking on my rambling about the dangers of bay leaves, and more on my sober thoughts on the game, hit the jump. Otherwise go have another laugh at my expense.