Sunday, June 21, 2009

This is what I have been doing for the last 2 hours, VACUUMING! I mean, I did not take that long to vacuum the whole house. I took an hour to do so. Have you seen my house? I did not realise it was that BIG, until I started vacuuming. At least I am useful after all. (:

I cannot understand why people like cooking. Frankly, I would rather vacuum the house twice then actually cook. I am a hazard in the kitchen & to my family when I am in the kitchen. Washing the dishes, I don't mind. Wiping the counter top, I do not mind that one too, but cooking? It will be my last option. I am not domesticated when it comes to cooking. I think I will most likely burn the kitchen down when I do start to cook. You see, cooking & I, we go way back, way, way, WAY back.

During my secondary one home-economics final practical exam, we were all supposed to cook something. I obviously decided to cook the simplest form of food - Scrambled Eggs. I tried practising it a few times before the actual day. Naturally, I asked my mum to guide me through it (cause she makes the BEST scrambled eggs). It came out & tasted all right.

When the actually day came (if I am not wrong, it was the fasting month for me. Okay, maybe it wasn't). I started cooking. I forgot what my mum said to me about the salt (apparently you only put one TEASPOON). Only, I forgot how small the teaspoon was, you see I was inept when it came to cooking. (: Instead, I put one & a half TABLESPOON of salt cause when I asked my teacher how it tasted (I think I put a quarter tablespoon of salt then).

She told me, "Put more salt."

After cooking, we all had to present our food to the teacher. All of our 'creations' were gathered on a huge table. My teacher went around tasting every one's. I was up first, cause I was so damn confident mine tasted good (I followed my mum's instructions and remembered the steps).

Needless to say, the first thing that came out of her mouth was, "Too salty."

All my classmates were like, "Wah, really ah? I want to try."

One of my classmates told me the next day that after she ate my scrambled eggs, she had diarrhoea. Word got around about that incident. Soon, the whole class knew about it. I am a legend, for all the wrong things.

So you see, I cannot see myself cooking. I'll end up poisoning at least one soul. I am a highly dangerous person when it comes to cooking. (: Consider yourself warned when you try anything that I make (which is improbable because I do not intend to cook at any point of my life). You only get to taste/ try cakes that my mum bakes (if I bring it to school & if I see you). Mum bakes the meanest brownies & cakes. Ask any one of my friends, they'll agree (without a doubt).

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