When I was in college, I lived for a while in a crappy little rental house next to a cemetery. Neither I nor my roommate, Brad, knew how to cook anything, and we ate bologna sandwiches pretty much all the time. Eventually, someone gave us a cookbook so simple that even a half-starved English major could learn a few basic dishes–the first page actually had step-by-step instructions, with pictures, for making toast in a toaster.
It sounds silly, but it... more (link is external)