Cooking

I can't cook. There I said it. I struggle as it is cooking simple things. Give me a brownie mix and I'll burn the brownies, give me hamburger helper and I'll burn that too. I sometimes even cook the noodles for Mac and Cheese too long. Practice makes perfect right? Not necessarily. For me practice just brings more burns (I have the scars to prove it) and more burnt food.
The sad thing is I really do enjoy cooking. Perhaps others would wish me to give up but I can't. I keep trying. Surly one day I will be be able to bake without burning and cook without adding too much of this or too little of that. ;)
Tonight I stood in the kitchen and stared mournfully at the huge pan of undercooked rice that nobody will eat. It was then that I realized I had yet again forgot to turn off the oven and one of the burners. I reached to turn the knob and my winced, forgetting my fingers were slightly burned from moving a lid without a pot holder. Then I just started laughing, "I can't cook!" I said to the stove and the dirty dishes (nobody else could hear me). It was humerus to me because I had thought this a few times but never really let myself acknowledge that it was true. Now that I acknowledge it and I can begin to work around my disability ;)I know I will get better at cooking. Now that I see it as something to work on.
Oh and I have no idea why I am writing this for all of facebook to see! LOL--