Cooking Fails Novels & Stories

Seeing a smiling Persefoni behind her, I realized that whatever that kept Gabby in this mode is definitely not serious. "Why can't I just get it right huh? I added everything at the appropriate time and allowed it to boil until ready. Why does it taste like bleach instead of something edible?" I rubbed my hand down my face. God give me strength "I've told you before Gabby, cooking is not for you and it's okay if we do not know how to do some certain things. We are humans Gabby, we aren't perfect and the things that keeps us thriving is that urge to acquire perfection. Don't beat yourself up over issue as little as cooking"

Throwing gifts or fancy things at him would be meaningless. I realized I needed something real. Something he would actually appreciate. And then it hit me — I could still cook for him. But just as quickly as the excitement came, so did the memory of my last disastrous attempt at cooking. The smoke, the mess, the taste... oh, the taste — I still cringed just thinking about it. Even Cole had told me never to cook again. I remembered that moment so clearly it made me second-guess the whole idea. Was cooking really a good plan? What if I ruined it again?

"Zoe's sick. Don't you wanna see your best friend?" Lillian's voice came through all sugary, saying she'd come. Like it was settled. Like I didn't get a say. I let out a slow breath, eyes burning as I stared out the window. *** Back home, Jacob started scrubbing like that could fix anything. Then he stocked the fridge with seafood and meat like he suddenly gave a damn. Half an hour later, the table was loaded—four dishes and cream soup. My fists curled, nails digging in. Last time I was pregnant, the doc said I needed more protein. Jacob said we couldn't afford it.

"But right now, I need you. Those bastards left me with you. Who’s cooking?" "I…" Molly responded, embarrassed. "Are you trying to kill me twice? First with the snake venom, and now with your cooking?" he asked, irritation creeping into his voice. "I haven’t tasted anything decent." "I’m not trying to kill you!" she protested, her eyes welling with tears again. "I’m really trying to take care of you…" she confessed—and it was true. Molly could barely fry an egg. The kitchen was a disaster, and she had tried following recipes from dozens of cooking magazines, but nothing turned out right. So, she gave up and just made a simple vegetable soup. At least it was healthy.

It would be delicious, she thought optimistically. Two hours later, Sophia stared disappointedly at the dish in front of her. The beef was cut into overly large chunks, was tough and chewy. The vegetables were burnt, dry, and unappetizing. To make matters worse, the dish was so spicy that just a single bite set her tongue on fire. Sophia chuckled after biting her tongue for a long time, then untied her ponytail and abandoned the disastrous meal. To hell with her failed cooking! What had possessed her to attempt cooking again? She should’ve learned from her past failures. She couldn't cook! That was final. No matter how hard she tried.

That would help me focus on what to learn better. I did a lot, even prepared some side dishes but the tastes were always horrible. Something had to be wrong with it. It's either overcooked, salty, uncooked or burnt. I'm a bad chef. "You really are terrible at this. Boss would chop off your hands if you don't make a nice meal." Florida remarked, shaking her head sadly. "For real?" I asked, thinking she might be joking. "Yes. Cleo lost two fingers because she made a mistake twice," Mama Brown emptying the table as she wiped the sweats around her face.

He seethed. “He didn't because the letter was delivered to me.” She responded. “Make it sound believable.” He scoffed, not believing her. “I can go on if you wish. I once attempted to teach you how to cook on a video call and I remember that you nearly burned down the kitchen. Now this was the highlight. It was one of his ‘bad days’ as he would term it. He had wanted to impress his new girlfriend and flaunt his cutlery skills, but it ended up being a disaster.

“Why didn't you wake me up since you know you cannot cook? She ask and she stares at the kitchen how messed up the kitchen counter was. Manual doesn't know how to cool but he wants to surprise his wife only for his food to end up in a disaster. He wanted to prepare pasta and vegetables and Chicken, after their sex, he only slept a little and when he woke up he began to search for a special easy food he could prepare to surprise his wife when she wakes up. He studied the food on his phone, he watch series of video to understand but he still mess up the kitchen. Manuel doesn't know how to cook because he was born with a silver spoon, there are maids, cooks who do those chores “ What are we coo

Cain just showed up. I typed a quick note: “Ask him about failure.” Howard glanced at the screen, then nodded. “Tell me about a failure you experienced, and how you dealt with it.” Cain didn’t miss a beat. “Easy. I once tried to make French toast without eggs. Thought Greek yogurt would be a good substitute. Spoiler: it wasn’t.” Howard raised an eyebrow.

Georgina is staring at the food. “Not weird. He just wants to make sure I eat real food after I burnt toast and can’t cook.” I laugh, remembering that morning, and the night before, shaking my head, remembering the times I tried to cook and failed, and he just took over. “To be honest, if I do this and I can cook, it will be a good thing.” “Okay, let’s go. We have a lot to sort out.” Georgina grabs her coat. Following her out, she walks to get in her car.