Cooking Fails Novels & Stories

"Put the meat in the pot, boil it for 30 minutes, and add the spices that have been puréed. Stir-fry until cooked." "Argh! Why does what I do always fail?" cursed Mike, who saw that his cooking did not match the recipe he read. This wasn't the first try. Mike had done it for the third time, and he was trying to cook the same food for the fourth time. Mike's current attempt was just to get through his guilt to Zella, looking at Zella's pale face and little body. Mike kept thinking about how to bring Zella back to her old self. After making the fourth attempt, the results of the dishes were in line with what Mike wanted, he arranged them on a plate and took pictures of them as sweet memories o

Just sits down beside me, our shoulders almost touching. “You tried to cook?” he finally asks quietly. I nod. “Cinnamon rolls.” He exhales slowly. “Can I taste one?” I bark a dry, hollow laugh. “They’re half-charred and uneven. I ruined it. It’s like I forgot everything.” “You didn’t forget,” he says firmly. “You’re just scared. And that’s allowed.” I shake my head, biting my lip to hold back tears. “Cooking was the only thing that made sense. And now even that feels… foreign. Like my hands don’t trust me anymore.”

" You have one last warning!, if you can't even prepare a proper meal then you don't need to remain here, I'm even starting to doubt if you really studied cookery, just make me a bowl of cereal instead, make it with lots of milk and three drops of honey" " B.but little miss, that's different from what is in your nutritional Time- table, if the second master finds out about this, I would lose my job" the cook said with panic. " My uncle isn't here right now or is he? " Zephyr arched her brows The cook shook her head " the second master isn't back yet"

Two maids were there. One was busy with chores near the sink, the other wiping something I couldn’t even identify. They didn’t look at me much just quiet, respectful, distant. I walked toward the counter and stopped in front of the gas stove.Now what?My mind went blank. What should I make? No the real question is that what could I make? The answer hit me like a slap.Nothing.I don’t know how to cook. Panic tightened in my chest. Two hours. If I failed, I knew exactly what would happen. The thought of chains again made my fingers curl into fists.

After Martin stood still for a while and let Celine hug him, she let go of him and helped out with other jobs of this cooking task. Martin was quite dumbfounded when it came to the matter of cooking. He hadn’t cooked good food for himself for years, so it was not surprising that it took him longer than expected to prepare the ingredients. He did look up the recipe on the internet and tried to go slow. But he completely lost his confidence when it came to performing a task that produced an outcome. He felt totally out of place and even felt weird holding the pot and pan, and utensils. Celine was always by his side and helped him. She was no great chef, and she admitted it, but Celine still en

That instant, I knew I had failed… woefully. “By the way, you do not know how to cook. You need lessons.” He hissed and I balled my fists. The audacity of this jerk!

Turning to the side, she saw the trash bag at the foot of the table, she picked it up and went to the gate, forgetting to turn the heat on the fish pan too low. When she got back inside the house, Cindy smelled burning. She saw smoke coming from the kitchen, she rushed in and turned off the fire. The pan and the fish turned black. She put them in the sink and turned on the faucet. Cindy watched the water trickle down the black pan with its hum, and she sighed. She failed again at cooking, this time even worse than before. Mike also just got home, he put the food bag on the table and went into the kitchen only to witness a scene he didn't want.

Just at dawn, before training, Darina and Amber were busy in the kitchen. Amber was teaching Darina how to make pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The first portion of bacon, Darina, burned. The pancakes turned out with an awkward taste, too, even though she swore she followed Amber’s instructions exactly. Amber sighed. “Hmm, Reed says Kai is good at cooking. Maybe one pro chef per couple is enough.” Darina didn’t look convinced. “Cooking is overrated. I’m sure Kai would appreciate a good blow job more than a bowl of soup. So master that instead. Good sex, and all your cooking disasters will be forgiven,” Amber teased.

I swear to God I will set this house on fire. Reply: I’ll be there now. A moment later, the door swung open. Damian walked in, arms crossed. “What now?” “Damian,” I hissed. “You were married to Arianna. I mean to me. You’re my husband right?” “Yes?” “Did you ever learn her—I mean my—me. Oh shit my recipes?” “What are you talking about?” “I CAN’T COOK.” He blinked. “What?” “I. CAN’T. COOK. Not today. Not ever. I don’t know who taught Arianna to be a renowned cook but I’m Ashley. I make microwave noodles and burn them.”

I tell her. “Tell me why you think so, and I’ll tell you why you’re wrong,” she says, taking my hands and holding my gaze. My mother’s wolf, Alessia pushes forward. Keena pushes forward as well, wanting her mother to know that she agrees with my assessment of our failure. “I can’t cook,” I say, lowering my head in shame at confessing my weakness to my mother. There’s a moment where nothing happens, then she puts her finger under my chin and lifts my head to look at her.