Anyone who knows me is well aware of the fact that I can't cook. Like, at all. And honestly, I am not bothered by that. Why should I? But it seems like this is actually kind of a big deal. A woman in her early 20s who can't cook. Boom. Even worse, who doesn't like to cook. That's true ladies and gentleman, I do not like cooking. Not a bit. I'm not sure why, but that's just the way it is.
So why is everyone so taken aback when they find out? Why is everyone assuming I like being in a kitchen, chopping food like it's the the most entertaining thing ever? Because I'm a woman? C'mon!
It's not like I have never tried to cook. I have, ohhh, I have. And it didn't end well. It usually never does. Because I don't know how to do it. Honestly. Sounds crazy, huh?
So, why does it never turn out good? Because I don't like it, so I'm not putting any effort in. Simple, my friends. I don't like standing in a kitchen waiting for water to boil or touching raw meat or washing salads. It annoyes the heck out of me.
I know a lot of people really enjoy cookery. They find it to be therapeutic and calming and relaxing and there couldn't be anything better than hacking the kitchen to pieces. And that's fine, absolutely fine. I find it therapeutic to punch the bejesus out of my keyboard, nothing wrong there.
In fact, I feel the very urge to learn and actually enjoy the art of perparing food now and then. But - not gonna happen. Just don't like it.
But I'll be fine. The bestie is a master in the kitchen (yes, this is a bestie appreciation line). Like seriously, she is the bestest cook everrrr.
And when the time comes where I have to face the kitchen on my own again... well, I hope the future hubby likes to juggle those blades.
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