Cooking Fails Novels & Stories

"He wouldn't dare!" --- MITCH'S HOME Mitch stood in his cramped kitchen, staring at his failed attempt to make a decent meal. His stomach growled like a caged animal—a hollow ache that had been gnawing at him for hours, maybe days. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since… he couldn't even remember. The single egg he'd cracked into the frying pan now lay ruined, its edges blackened and brittle, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. He cursed under his breath, scraping the charred mess into the trash with a clatter.

Roland laughed at his boss again and suggested "Why don't you just let the cook do that and let's just say you did it yourself? It's not as if she'll know who cooked it" Kenneth squinted his eyes again and couldn't figure out why his cooking suddenly went bad. "That's cheating and you know how I hated that, I can definitely cook this" Kenneth promised as he tasted the omelette and realized it's salty. His lips curved unhappily as he spoke, "What is happening? This is not the first time I'll prepare this why can't I get it right?" Roland laughed once more then walked closer to him and patted his shoulders with a meaningful tone, "It's love. The energy and attitude you have this morning is dif

It wasn't that easy! Three years later, when I was twenty-nine, I tried cooking again and it was an absolute disaster. That time around, it was the classic American Apple Pie and my oh my, it felt like somebody died. I almost developed food poisoning. It was then that I knew it was time to give up.

“What did I do wrong?” “Someone should have been supervising the girls when they cooked,” Nicholas said to Nathan. “If we do another cooking challenge, please see to it.” Nathan bowed. “A horrible oversight on my part. I beg forgiveness, Your Royal Highness.” Nicholas nodded. “Someone explain to me what is going on,” Linda said, voice rising in panic or anger or both. Julian smirked. “You blew it, Linda. Not only did you undercook the eggs, but you even dropped one on the ground, then returned it to the table. Admit it, you’ve never even been into a kitchen before in your life.”

Every time he tries to crack an egg, the egg will be squash with his big hand even though he had tried his best to be gentle. Other than that, he has no luck in cooking! Why does she say so? It is because even she had guided him step by step to cook a simple veggie soup when she left him alone for just a few seconds, the soup suddenly burnt! How could she let him cook the food by himself! She was afraid the kitchen might really explode if she wasn’t there with him.

"You should learn from me, student." "This teacher will show you the wonders of this amazing world," he added with dramatic flair. Mike pressed his lips to stop laughter, waving his hands in denial. "I don't want to learn how to flood my house!" "Hey!" Asher gasped. "I was trying to make my own aquarium!" "It's not like you're any better with the cooking stunt!" he accused. "I was making my own cooking show!" Mike argued. "I didn't know that my plan would fail since I was terrible in the kitchen."

- Baby, the only one who really knows how to cook in this house is you," Dereck teaches me. And if we don't want to starve when you can't, we don't have much choice. - We tried," admits Clara. - It was a disaster," adds Mathis. - We nearly set fire to the kitchen," Reed tells me, covering his face. - I've bought a Cookeo especially for you guys, so you can get on with things on your own while I'm away. Once you're connected, all you have to do is follow the recipe on the screen! - I plead guilty," says Clara. When I saw the disaster they were capable of creating just for breakfast, I feared it was capable of toasting the appliance and I'm not up to speed on all the technology yet," she grima

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