The One That Got Away

It started off with:

Me: do you have a fire extinguisher?
Bf: No...

But quickly disintegrated to:

Me: hey! Why aren't you studying?
Bf: Well its hard to concentrate when you're cooking and ask me if I have a fire extinguisher

And ended with:

Bf: (looking at my cooking) hummm...maybe I should get a fire extinguisher


I like to take pictures of the meals I cook. Its proof that well...I can do something that resembles cooking and the results are something that resembles something edible.

Last night I cooked. But I don't have a picture to show for it. It's sad.

It was supposed to be chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with oven roasted veggies. It turned out 3rd degree burned chicken with a honey-cilantro glaze with over cooked-wilted oven roasted veggies.

What's sad is that this was the first time I've ever burned chicken. Also, this was my first attempt at cooking for Bf. What a disaster. Now he thinks I can't cook (which is true), and probably thinks that the pictures of previous meals I showed him weren't mine (not true). The chicken was so burnt that I don't think poor starving children in Ethiopia would eat it. It was so bad Bf offered to cook tonight.