I can admit it: I'm a terrible cook.
Well, maybe "terrible" is too strong of a word, but I'm certainly not very good at it. And it's not for lack of trying, either. I'm constantly finding new recipes online, and constantly ending up having to just order a pizza instead.
But I should still get some points for even attempting them at all.
I used to spend hours with her in the kitchen, trying to help cook Thanksgiving dinner, or even just lend a hand with a regular Wednesday night meal.
And bless her heart, because she was always super patient with me, even as I messed up nearly every task she gave me.
I've also just moved into a new place recently, and have been asked several times when I'm going to invite everyone over for dinner.
Well, as soon as I figure out how to make something edible that doesn't come frozen or pre-packaged, I'll be sure to send out some invites.
I know there are people out there who simply learned how to master the basics and have done just fine with that. After all, we don't all need to be chefs. We can get away with making easy, albeit tasty meals.
I want to be the kind of person who serves impressive dishes, complete with sauces and garnishes, that are as visually delicious as they are physically.
But until that ability is bestowed upon me by some magic cooking fairy, I guess I'll just keeping bringing the paper towels.
