I love to cook. I collect all kinds of cookbooks and enjoy reading them as if they are novels. I also used to cook all the time and for the most part, everything turned out quite yummy. I felt such a sense of accomplishment when people would ask me for my recipes.
Then something extraordinary happened...I completely forgot how to cook. I can't fix a thing. Any time I want to boil an egg I have to look it up. I started a small grease fire while burning up some bacon the other day. I attempted a grilled cheese sandwich and turned it into a blackened grilled cheese (three ingredients: cheese, bread, and butter and I still managed it render it inedible!). I was having a guy friend over and decided to make baked spaghetti. My spaghetti was so hard I thought we would have to make emergency trips to the dentist. Tonight I was making brownies to give to a friend who recently lost her mother. I was supposed to make a full meal but I have lost all confidence and figured I could handle adding some water to a mix in order to create some brownies. I mixed everything together, put the dish in the oven and waited the required 45 minutes. I even remembered to do the clean toothpick test to make sure they were done. I let them cool, frosted them, and then decided to try one before giving them away. Goo. I managed to make brownie goo. The edges are done. But how would it look to give someone just brownie edges? Hi, here are your brownies I slaved over but you only get the outside of them because I don't care enough to give you all of the brownies.
It's a wonder I don't starve to death (quick...hide the McDonald's bag!). I'm glad nobody depends on me for nourishment...Bailey and Phoebe's food comes premade in bags and cans. That is pretty difficult to screw up. I might have to reduce myself to eating cereal for the rest of my life (although I'm sure if there is a way to screw up Rice Chex and milk, I'll figure it out!).
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