It looms before me every day. I cannot avoid it, despite how much I try. Whenever I am forced to enter its presence, I feel a hopelessness bordering on despair. I attempt to fight my aversion with every ounce of my being. I try to make the best of it, even when it mocks me. I hear it whisper; sensing my inadequacies. ”Nice try, faker,” it hisses, “You know you can’t do it.”
I am talking about my kitchen.
Thus begins: The Kitchen, a post by The Underground Writer, which literally had me laughing until tears formed in my eyes. I recently shared a few of my kitchen mishaps that occurred within the early years of learning to cook. Often, people who know me or follow me here still think that I can do no wrong in the kitchen. For anyone still thinking such a marvelously ridiculous thing, I present to you this:
I don’t make a habit of photographing my kitchen disasters but this one was so funny that I had to grab my camera. And anyone who’s toasted bread or buns under the broiler knows that there’s a very fine line between perfectly toasted and incredibly burnt. I lucked out with this particular occurrence, as I had more buns for my lamb burgers with pesto and goat cheese. They were delicious and this first batch of buns fed the birds and the squirrels.
Even though I have moments like the photo above, I still love to cook. Love it. So I’m always fascinated by people who hate it. I mean, I get it; some people just don’t like to cook. I, for one, don’t like to ski. Some people love it. I do not. But I still love to hear WHY people don’t like to cook.
Which is one of the reasons I enjoyed The Kitchen so much. The other reason is that it’s simply hysterical. Thank you to The Underground Writer for letting me share an excerpt of your work – and for everyone else, I hope you’ll read some (or all) of her other stories while you’re visiting her; she has a terrific sense of humor and also compassion.