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Since I was little, I always detested the idea of cooking. When my mom would ask me to help out around the kitchen, I would always find an excuse to do anything but that. Now don't get me wrong, I love food . . . well eating it that is. But the idea of actually preparing it has never appealed to me. Standing around cooking the food while your belly is grumbling and demanding you eat right this minute, yet being forced to continue cooking until the food is done seems like torture. I preferred to have my food just appear before me, ready to eat. Do I sound lazy? Incredibly so! I won't deny it, I am the world's laziest person when it comes to cooking. When I was put into Foods in high school I immediately dropped the course because I had no patience for it. My school counselor advised me against my decision to drop the course, she said it would probably come in handy in the future when I'm in college and eating pasta for weeks. Needless to say, I didn't heed her advice. I wish I had.
Now here I am, at college living on campus. Life here is great, I have my own bedroom, my own bathroom, and my own kitchen! It's basically like an apartment. Here's the problem, I can't cook. I always told myself that I didn't need to learn, I figured it was just an easy thing that anyone can do. I always thought I was just too lazy to cook, and that when I was faced with the prospect of going hungry or to cook for myself, I would step up to the plate and do what had to be done. I was wrong. I actually cannot cook.
After days of living off sandwiches and granola bars when I first moved into my dorm, I decided it was time to try make some pasta. That seemed easy enough, how could someone possibly make a mess out of cooking pasta? Let me tell you, I managed to fail miserably at it. I boiled the water, and began to add in the noodles. Problem was, I didn't expect the boiling hot water to splash up and hit my hand. I ended up losing my grip on the bag of pasta, and noodles went everywhere onto and under the burner. A fire started immediately. I kid you not, there were a lot of flames and I was panicking. I threw the pot off the burner and began to fling flaming pasta into the sink frantically, praying that the smoke alarm would not go off. I could only imagine all 24 floors of my residence building being evacuated and me having the embarrassment of explaining that their need to evacuate was caused by me burning PASTA of all things. Luckily I believe that opening up the windows and turning on the stove fan prevented such an event from occurring. Now, if you don't believe me when I say I lit pasta on fire, here's a picture of the remains.
My other attempts at cooking for myself have been about as successful as my attempt at pasta. Overcooked rice, burnt chicken strips . . . I've pretty much been surviving on peanut butter and jam sandwiches. The only good thing that's come out of my terrible cooking skills is the fact that others take pity on me and offer to cook me food. How can I refuse?
I do regret not learning to cook in the past, and I think that with some practice I might finally get the hang of it. Of course there will be a lot of trial and error, but I'm sure by the time this semester is over I will at least learn how to not set pasta on fire. Now, if you're like me and hate cooking with every fiber of your being, I suggest you get over it. Cooking is part of life and soon you're going to realize that as you go off to college and start living off sandwiches and granola bars. Trust me, start cooking . . . now!
A very hungry,
-ocean10kv
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