Baby, I’m cookin’ with gas.
Oh, I’m a gumdrop,
A sweet lollipop,
A brook trout right out of the brook,
And what’s more, baby, I can cook!
So, that’s partially true…I can actually cook. I can cook surprisingly well. Put a recipe in front of me and while it may take me some time I will put something yummy in front of you. And ask me to bake? That’d be a specialty,
But that’s on my own time…when there’s no deadline.
Put me under pressure? Tell me I have to cook on the spot? Er …no…then you’ll be lucky if I don’t burn the kitchen down.
At least that’s how I felt when I saw “Burger Wars” on my schedule this morning (well actually I saw it last night, very very late)…I even begged to get out of it (which is so not like me!), stomach in knots, shakes, who nines yards. Even wrote Mum and asked her if there was anything special she did with her burgers (which are divine).
Thankfully, I did manage to concoct something that passed for edible; while I didn’t win, the judge at least agreed with my choice of ingredients (classics are a good thing to stick to), and I managed to not burn myself (though I came dangerously close! Like I said, I’m not good with speed!).
I may not be a chef like my mother, but…at least I didn’t give anyone food poisoning!