The secret ingredient is a bitter awareness of one’s incompetence mixed with a wild-eyed triumph that nothing has burned down.
I STARTED A FIRE ONCE WHILE TRYING TO BOIL WATER. I WIN.
I am SO proud that you can’t cook. SO PROUD. YOU ARE LIKE A DAUGHTER TO ME. I cannot cook. I reject cooking. I will eat other people’s, and I will do it IF FORCED, but LORD I hate it. It all takes too long. Baking is marginally better. I don’t LOVE it, but at least there you have absolute amounts. Cooking is just too….hand-wavy.
I get that. THose things can be sharp.
I cut myself while making pancakes! I had nothing sharp! It remains a mystery to this day.
I have only burnt popcorn, thankfully.But, yes, all of this. Oh, geez, and my mother. “Just eyeball it.” Eyeball it how?