I don't cook much. My oven still looks like it came off the showroom floor. And when Hurricane Ike rolled around, nothing much changed for me food-wise. Peanut butter and crackers? No problem. Soup or beans? I have it covered with my trusty can-opener.
When I have electricity, I'm a microwaving master. I have amazing button-pushing skills. But cooking something? Actually throwing things together? Measuring, chopping, preheating, baking? No. That would be disastrous.
So I'm always a little surprised when I find myself sucked into a cooking show when zapping through the TV channels. My jaw hangs open as I watch these tv chefs create an irresistible meal, which also looks like a piece of art when they're done. I can't help it. I'm amazed. I'm also a little jealous. It makes me want to cook. Almost.
I want to give my respect to anyone who can cook well. Without you, I would always be eating micro-nuked pot pies. And you can only eat so many of those. A real meal, cooked in the oven, does a person good.
If you enjoy cooking, check out the books written by some of those famous TV chefs for a little recipe inspiration. And when you're done creating your delectable delights, I'll be the first to volunteer my incredible tasting skills.
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