I lie. Like a rug. Or a thug. Or a plburjxoizug. I lie to you when I say I do not cook. And here is proof, in living color:

You must always serve food on a pretty plate!
It’s not meat, it’s Veat!
However, when a liar says he is lying, how do you know whether he is telling the truth about lying? This is like a question I posed to myself in third grade: If you come across a wooden stop sign that says DO NOT PAY ATTENTION TO WOODEN SIGNS, do you stop?
Consider this food for thought!