It's Just... Unnatural.

I'm not perfect, and I'll be the first to admit it. I may have my strengths, but my weaknesses outnumber them greatly--VERY greatly.

However, I find it not only intellectually stimulating but also interesting to attempt something I am terrible at. I love a challenge, and I love beating a challenge even more.

So Aphrie and I decided to cook dinner today. We were both in a "cooking mood," and we found my untouched cookbooks in the cupboard. We cleared the plan with my mother [because I'm a good teenage daughter] and then ran to Kroger to pick up the ingredients I didn't have on hand [which happened to be almost all of them...]. An hour later, we had homemade manicotti on the table. And it was awesome.

Aphrie's good in the kitchen, and I'm not. But I really do try. Cooking is definitely not a natural habit for me; I can't accurately decipher the meaning behind how food tastes [WHY DO THESE COOKIES TASTE LIKE PASTE??], or properly estimate how much of something to add. In fact, I'm so terrible at making food that I have to read and reread the instructions on things like toaster waffles and Campbell's soup if I want to avoid disaster.

Like I said, it's unnatural. Yet I do realize that one day I will actually have to fend for myself, and that will involve cooking. I may even have to cook for OTHER PEOPLE [God bless their souls] and I don't feel like having a murder on my plate [ahaha food puns].

For now, I'll stick to easy things, like rice, or brownies from a box--which, ironically enough, I have found a way to mess up. Let's just pray we don't have another Monkey Bread '04 experience [why is the hallway filled with smoke?].

Have a good one, campers.