One of the worst mornings of my life was the first day I left my ex wife. I was staying at a friends house and I had to cook myself breakfast. My ex wife always cooked every meal. Not in a good way, in a manipulative controlling way.
Anyways I decided I would try to fry an egg and make a breakfast sandwich. Simple right? Nope. I smelted that fucker to the pan and some how managed to turn my over easy egg into some weird and overly chewy concoction that vaguely resembled scrambled eggs. I than sandwiched this abomination between two slightly burnt pieces of bread and smothered it with ketchup.
I never ate a more disgusting breakfast in my entire life. However, that terrible meal was exactly what I needed to promise myself I wouldn’t ever create something that putrid ever again.
Cooking is just such a chore. I’ve never enjoyed it. Now and then I get inspired to try a recipe. It never ends all that great and I inevitably am left with an annoying mess to clean up after. No, “cleaning as I go”, doesn’t work for me either. No matter how much people try to get me to do it, it never pans out for me. I absolutely despise it. It’s like getting teeth pulled.
What I eat either consists of prepackaged meals, or frozen meat/veggies that I heat up in the microwave/air fryer, or takeout. I’m in my late 20s and it has worked out for me so far so I don’t feel the need to change either.
You haven’t met my cooking!
One of the worst mornings of my life was the first day I left my ex wife. I was staying at a friends house and I had to cook myself breakfast. My ex wife always cooked every meal. Not in a good way, in a manipulative controlling way.
Anyways I decided I would try to fry an egg and make a breakfast sandwich. Simple right? Nope. I smelted that fucker to the pan and some how managed to turn my over easy egg into some weird and overly chewy concoction that vaguely resembled scrambled eggs. I than sandwiched this abomination between two slightly burnt pieces of bread and smothered it with ketchup.
I never ate a more disgusting breakfast in my entire life. However, that terrible meal was exactly what I needed to promise myself I wouldn’t ever create something that putrid ever again.
Lol well I’m glad it motivated you.
Cooking is just such a chore. I’ve never enjoyed it. Now and then I get inspired to try a recipe. It never ends all that great and I inevitably am left with an annoying mess to clean up after. No, “cleaning as I go”, doesn’t work for me either. No matter how much people try to get me to do it, it never pans out for me. I absolutely despise it. It’s like getting teeth pulled.
What I eat either consists of prepackaged meals, or frozen meat/veggies that I heat up in the microwave/air fryer, or takeout. I’m in my late 20s and it has worked out for me so far so I don’t feel the need to change either.