Cooking Fails Novels & Stories

To which Alexia responded with another sigh. “I think that’s true.” It was Liz again. “I always saw my mother cooking effortlessly. But when I tried it myself, I couldn’t even put the right amount of salt or sugar. And I can’t count how many times I failed to make complicated dishes. If it’s not for my family, I might have given up a long time ago.” “And baking is the worst. I don’t know why, but I often fail to make just cookies. It should be simple, right?” Greta said and then followed by Alexia, letting out a sigh.

The culinary instructor, fueled by frustration, unleashed a torrent of angry words upon her. "Do you want to burn down the building? Turn off the gas cooker!" The instructor's voice echoed through the room, carrying a mixture of annoyance and concern. Frantically, she attempted to salvage the situation, her hands shaking as she tried to flip the meat and rid the pan of the billowing smoke. But her efforts seemed futile, and the chaos only intensified. Choking on the acrid air, she struggled to keep her composure. "I already told you that cooking is about regulating the temperature! Come to think of it, how many times have you failed? Is it three or four already?" The instructor's voice dripp

As my scouring was rewarded, yet again, with no sight of my husband, I quickly made my way into the kitchen properly before letting out a huge sigh of relief and then making quick and silent work of rummaging the fridge for any and every thing edible that it held within its cold space. My rummaging went very well and resulted in me helping myself to some fruits; an apple and some grapes that were being held in a small compartment of the fridge; and some white chocolates who’s wrappings were cold due to the temperature of the fridge in which they had been stored, but melted into my mouth once I had placed them into the organ. Although my scouring of the fridge had yielded positive results, th

“How?” “It wasn’t easy getting those either,” Maleek said with a grin. “That doesn’t explain how,” she said quietly. “You have always talked about making a cake like that. I figured that you were going to try for your finals, but like you always do, you would chicken out because you are still unsure of the flavors melding together. This way, you can try it out well in advance to see which pair up well and which don’t. Cooking is like a science experiment. You can do everything right, but it can still fail. Now you have all but one of the ingredients to make the best cake those teachers and judges have ever had.” Maleek said with his grin growing.

he added calmly, already turning to move away. Emily stiffed, Her heart dropped instantly. Slowly, her eyes went down. A wave of unhappiness filled her chest. Not knowing how to cook had always been her weakness. She had tried so many times in the past, but no matter what, she always failed terribly. And now, she couldn’t even make a simple breakfast for her husband. The thought hurt her deeply. She wanted to do something small and sweet for him, but even that she could not achieve. Her fingers trembled as she pulled at the apron tied around her waist. With a sharp motion, she removed it and tossed it aside angrily. Then, without another word, she walked out of the kitchen, her steps heavy,

After searching I finally found something but unfortunately things didn't go as I expected. Even though it looked pretty easy over the phone, Cooking was harder than running a business. I ended up ruining the Salmon and the rice was nothing to write home about and the kitchen was completely ruined.. “ What's going on here!” I turned around in shock when I heard Kristen's voice but he suddenly hurried towards the stove and turned off the oven immediately while I bit down on my bottom lip in shame… “ Are you stupid? Do you wanna burn down the whole place!?” He half yelled at me while covering his nose because the fish which was in the pan went up in flames and that triggered the sprinkler syst

To be honest, I did not really know how to cook. Before Sharon got married, we shared an apartment. She was the one who cooked, while all I did was enjoy the meal. After she moved out, I survived on takeout for two whole years. However, one night, my order came three hours late. I was so hungry I started pacing around the living room, and in a fit of rage, I downloaded a cooking app. That was the beginning of everything. I had experienced my fair share of failures, but I could now manage a few decent dishes.

"Hello. Would you like to bind with a life-swapping system and be my master? I can serve you well and help you swap out or exchange anything you want." "Get lost!" These systems only did a world of harm and no good!

I wrote down every expensive ingredient I had ever heard of but could never afford. After finishing the list, I glanced around the room guiltily. The air was dead silent. I placed the list in the center of the table and went to bed with a sense of anticipation. The next day, the first thing I did after waking up was rush to the dining room. The table was empty. There was no breakfast whatsoever, let alone Australian lobster or Wagyu beef. I was a little disappointed. I may have driven the ghost away with my outrageous demands. I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese.

"If mommy likes it, I'll make it for you every day! Mommy, my noodle frittata won't be unique once you've learned it." Staring at Ziggy's sincere look, Rachel could not resist giving in. "Alright, fine. Ziggy's noodle frittata can stay one-of-a-kind!" Ziggy lowered his gaze. The reason he would not let Rachel cook was that she almost blew up the kitchen the first time she tried to cook! The second time, the pot exploded! Finally, on the third attempt, the kitchen survived, but Rachel mistook cooking wine for soy sauce and kept pouring it into her cooking while claiming that the soy sauce had changed because the dish did not take on the color...