I do not have one culinary bone in my body, okay? I am, in fact, very good at burning food and if it isn't completely scorched, it is utterly disgusting and my mother, bless her heart, is trying to remedy that. She is trying to prepare me for living on my own, not just using a microwave to reheat leftover pizza or frozen dinners. I love her to death, and I am so glad that she cares enough to try and help me, but I have decided that I am just so far beyond help that not even my dear mother will be able to fix me.
She tried to have me make dinner tonight. It's a simple enough dish, there are seriously only like five ingrediants total. So it started off okay enough, mama had me open a can or corn and so I grabbed the can opener and started opening the can. Mama came back almost ten minets later and I was still twisting the can opener and the can was still sealed shut. Mama had to open it for me...
So we got the can open and I poured the contents into the bowl with the cornbread mix and an egg, started stirring and I had to go back and forth between stirring the bowl nad some beans that I had heating up on the stove. The beans ended up burnt and the mixture in the bowl was clumpy. My mother tryed helping me as little as possible because she wanted me to do it all on my own. So I tried to fix the beans and the mixture as best I could. I poured about a third of the mixture into a pan and then very poorly spread it evenly on the bottom. After emptying the beans over that I dumped a bunch of cheese on top and the the rest of the mixture. We threw it in the oven and set a timer for 50 minuets. Now I have been banished from the kitchen and my mom is irritated with my incompetence.
All of that took almost half an hour just because I am THAT lost in a kitchen. Needless to say this was very much a little dinner disaster.
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