Cooking Fails Novels & Stories

Despite Belle trying her best, she failed to make a decent pancake. She overcooked and burnt the pancake on her first attempt, so she discarded the pancake and tried again. Her second attempt was ruined by overmixing the ingredients. The pancake was tough and chewy. She assumed that it was undercooked, only to overcook it once again. She turned off the stove and retrieved her failed experiments but mistakenly landed the piping hot pancake on herself. Belle was depressed over the fact that she could not even manage to cook a simple pancake.

Peter hugged this woman out of the living room, his face serious: "Mia, don't go in there anymore, I can't teach you to cook anymore." Mia was about to continue, but Peter went inside and said, “I'll let you cook for me later, you can take care of me. I don't want to see you in the kitchen again, forgive your beautiful hands." Mia: “…” The first time learning to cook failed. …

Jacob flew down the stairs and blew through every red light on the way home. His grip on the wheel kept slipping, Zoe's blank stare burned into his brain. Panic twisted in his gut. He fumbled for his phone. Straight to voicemail. Just a flat, robotic voice. Panic hit—worse than anything he'd ever felt. Maybe he'd really blown it—underestimated how much she cared. About the baby. About him. He swerved into a luxury store, grabbed whatever looked expensive, then swung by a Michelin spot for dinner.

Stella did not dare to show off too much in front of him and humbly informed him that she merely knew a thing or two when it came to cooking. After entering the kitchen, she charred the plump and juicy fish until it turned completely black. When the kitchen was filled with thick smoke, her confidence turned into embarrassment as she tried her best to think of an excuse. "I know how to make nutritious meals, but it's my first time cooking fish. It's only normal that I failed." Eric tried his best not to laugh but agreed with her statement completely. "Well, just make nutritious meals in the future. We'll live to a hundred years and grow old together if we eat healthy food."

I swear I could start crying anytime soon. I heard a loud cough and from the smoke, Brian emerged, coughing violently. "What the heck is going on here?" He raised his voice. His brows furrowed in concern as he scanned the kitchen. "I'm sorry." I said as he sauntered to me. "I cooked, and it came out horrible." "Why would you cook when you don't know how to?" He coughed and pushed the windows open to let the smoke out. “I wanted to be an ideal wife and cook for you, but it’s burnt, salty, and…” I frowned, glancing at the baked potatoes on the countertop. "That's the only edible thing, and I don’t even think it's good."

"I didn't get anything for you to eat." "What?! Why?!" I yelled. "So dumb." "You know I can't cook well, grumpy." She rolled her eyes. "You'll only make fun of my cooking." "Stupid, I don't want to eat your food. I'm not ready to die." I said truthfully. Rana was a very bad cook. It's either too salty or not even salty, too sweet or tasteless, burnt or undercooked. "What?!" She snapped. "You should have ordered food since our maids were recently fired by our parents for absolutely no reason."

Lilith whispered, softly wailing, "I am useless." After hearing what Lilith stated, Colt was taken aback. He then noticed Lilith was crying because of the pasta she had prepared. Colt knew it didn't taste good, but he ate it anyway. Lilith, on the other hand, despised it because she wanted to feed Colt decent food. "I failed because I don't know how to cook," Lilith continued.

" he said and sh groaned. okay, during her sick stay here at his house she had tried to cook so she asked Sophie to get her some ingriedents as she ws going to follow youtube cooking, but then the food well... didn't come out good...Okay, itt was worse than how she just put it. The food was simply terrible that none of them could eat it,coupled with the fact that she had almost burnt down the entire house just because she was cooking. Well you couldn't balme

The charred smell permeated the room. "I guess cooking is not my calling" With a wry smile, I accepted that perhaps cooking was not my forte, As I cleaned up the remnants of my failed cooking experiment, "Maybe I should try something else" "Something like not burning the house to the ground" heard Hardin say from behind, I knew it was just a matter of time before he came into the kitchen to check on me. "I was doing great honestly, I don't know what happened" I replied trying to defend myself.

I thought he'd be intimidated but oh boy, this man just closed his eyes and shook his head, even went so far as to bring his forefingers in a crisscross. Seeing his nonchalant attitude, I felt my head twitching. "Nope. Not at all. Just leave the cooking to me." "What the? I'm not that bad at cooking!" "Shh! Unless you want to feed her black crusts, you need to stay put and just buy the ingredients. Don't try to retaliate, I have proof." Limwel brought out his phone and goddamn, he showed photos of multiple failed attempts of mine in the past. This shit seriously documented those embarrassing, tortured excuse of a gourmet food?!