Terrible Cooking

I know today’s post is ridiculously early, but I had to write this before I forgot about it or got too ashamed…

I tried cooking something for my girlfriend tonight, as we were hungry and we needed a complex midnight snack. So, I asked my girlfriend what I could cook her and she found a recipe for Vegetarian Chilli Con Carne (or… essentially, the only thing we could cook with the ingredients we had in the house).

Have I mentioned that I’m both a lousy cook and quite unaware of what my boundaries are when it comes to cooking? I have one meal that I can cook successfully, and it’s mostly cheese. There was no cheese in Vegetarian Chilli Con Carne.

No. Cheese. At. All.

The first sign that something was amiss was that the kitchen and lounge started to steam up. Then, everyone started choking on cinnamon… somehow. My girlfriend tried it, and we eventually had to add two more packets of tomato paste. It cooked, we cooked rice (which turned out reasonably) and eventually, the mix of whatever it was was finished.

…

Sometimes, rendering your girlfriend speechless with your cooking is a good thing.

This was not one of those times.

It was atrocious.

Horrendously strong. And I’m assuming disgusting… So, I cooked up a little bit of corn and the glamorous complicated snack my girlfriend had was corn and rice… According to her, the corn was perfectly cooked, and I rescued the rice.

She may be being very generous with her compliments, but I kind of don’t want to know.

I really love her and somehow, after my terrible cooking, I think she really loves me.