Let me stat out by saying that my husband can cook circle around me! Seriously, he cooks way better than I do and he actually enjoys doing it! Crazy, I know. He's about as close to being Paula Deen as we're going to get in this household because let me just tell you, I am nowhere near close to cutting it!
I have ventured out a little bit, I have a few staples that I can always (more like usually) cook up, no problem. Tonight, well, wasn't quite the case. I decide I would make "Monkey Bread" for the first time as a little breakfast surprise when Brian gets home from the station in the morning. How hard can that be? You shake biscuits in cinnamon and sugar and put them in the oven. Simple, right? A third grader could do this, right? Oh, no, not if I'm the one cooking. I'm about 10 minutes into cooking the biscuits in the oven and something smells awfully like smoke..... yep, they're burning! Whole oven full of smoke = whole kitchen full of smoke!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?
So now I sit in the kitchen with the windows open, the fan blowing, praying the smoke alarm doesn't go off (again) and thinking that that Monkey Bread really isn't going to be as tasty as I had hoped. This cooking thing has got to come along to me soon enough, right? Right?
Oh well, here's to cereal tomorrow morning, no cooking involved!