Today was an eat-everything-in-the-fridge-before-it-goes-bad for dinner day.

Poor Ben.

Here are my problems with cooking:

1. I know the general of idea of everything. My mom always cooks. I know the gist of what you do to make things and I know how the food is supposed to turn out. Somehow, though, in the middle, all the details get mixed up.

2. Seasonings. I just have no idea?

3. I'm scared of not cooking the meat enough. So I always end up overcooking it. Even when I know that I overcook it.

4. I don't pay enough attention to what I'm doing.

5. Keeping track of what needs to be eaten first. Oops.

6. Sometimes, when I mess up, I try to fix it. Only, it makes it worse. And then we have to throw it away.

7. I actually don't know what I'm doing, so every meal turns into an experiment.

8. Cooking.

Maybe Ben and I will just live off of potatoes and brownies for the rest of our lives.
At least I know how to cook those.