Cooking Failure

thither is always that star person we bed that can cook just about anything, my mother is that wiz person. Sadly that gene must have skipped a generation, I am the worst cook imaginable. I have so many failing onslaughts in the kitchen that I lost count. The one I turn back the more or less the offset printing time I attempted to make dinner for my family. I was roughly twelve years old, and in my family, nearly girls my age were able to cook extravagant meals. At the time I could barely make an egg with our burning it, so it was a stressful first experience. In my dreams I am Martha Stewart but in reality I am a kitchen failure.The first thing I do is I get all the ingredients and utensils I will need. A medium sized junk and pot, a strainer, noodles, a pound of ground beef and spaghetti sauce store bought of course- I dont even attempt to make my own, due to the fact that I might burn it which Ive done in the past. When I quit making the spaghetti I put the noodles in wat er and let them boil for a couple of minutes. As the noodles are cooking, I heat the sauce in the medium sized pan. I check in on the noodles and they seem a little under cooked so I leave them there for a couple more minutes.When I assume the noodles are just right I check on them and find that all the water has evaporated and the noodles are burned at the bottom and suck together. I home be active off the bottom layer and leave it in the pot to cool down. For some reason it occurred to me to run a fork through the strand to see if I were able to separate them. At first it started to resemble the noodles, but I got a little carried away and ran the fork through to many propagation and the pieces were starting to come looking more like a pile of mushy-strand squash than noodles. You could nonice the burn taste to it but it was still edible .I was so grateful that theres no one else here tonight other than my family that I had to feed. The coterminous thing I do is check on the sauce, but what my mother didnt tell me was that I had to keep the burner on a low temperature to impede the sauce from burning. I ended up ruining the pot in the end but my mamma ended up saving the sauce by add extra spices to the sauce a oppress clove of garlic. Then she mixed a 1 teaspoon of peanut butter into the sauce. As untold as I consider my mom to be the next Martha Stewart none of her tricks were able to save that pot.The next thing that I did after the sauce was fixed I started on the ground beef, it didnt know that as it heat up some of the oils off of it would jump up and might burn you, and as I was trying to stir the bread I was to scared of getting burned that I didnt move it was much as I should have. And that ca utilize some parts to be to be over cooked and others to be under cooked. There was no saving the meat from that, but my mother simulated this would happen- the lack in faith in her was a little insulting but I have to say it was best that she tha t she thought ahead and bought an extra pound of ground beef.My second attempt turned out better, not just because I made an excuse to leave the room almost every time I had to stir the meat. Then the spaghetti is done, I moved on to making in garlic bread. I assumed that the bread would be easier to make than the spaghetti, I was wrong. The way my mother does it is she makes homemade counterpane that does on the bread. For the paste I was suppose to use besides one clove of garlic but I used two. Then to make it worse when I put it in the oven to get warm and golden I was supposed to keep it in the oven for at least five minutes and when I took them out the ends were ruin so badly they turned black.After scrapping off the burnt off I have to say they werent that bad. The only thing that I can recall of is that I could have done better was keeping an affectionateness on the food. Also not asking for help when needed and in result burning most of the meal. But to be honest, Im n ot sure whether something went wrong or whether it was my high expectations that I set for myself that were off of how the meal would turn out, but considering that it was my first time cooking I think I did a decent job.Now at the age of seventeen, Ive prepared all the foods I learned from observation my mom over the past years. Chicken and various pastas are also easy to prepare as someone still learning. I know my limits as a cook and dont take on foods Im not ready to prepare. Whether Im making my own dishes or following a family recipe, I find experimentation a fun alternative when I have time to play around the kitchen- with the help of my mother of course. These arent the most difficult foods to make, but its unique practice for a first-time cook.You dont have to enjoy cooking, but if you make it fun, and so the process may not seem so difficult. I learned that Its also important to not feel overwhelmed when booking and to have fun, and it also could be a good stress relieve r. Otherwise, you may be tempted to just order out every night, which will become a costly expense over time. Ive only been cooking for a short period of time, but I already feel at home in the kitchen. The oven is no longer a dark, scary dungeon to me, and the microwave is for cooking as a last resort. Its necessary to keep an open-mind in the kitchen.