me and cooking

I have a confession. From the deepest and most sincere part of my heart, I cook a little (read: cannot cook). This problem may occur because I live with my parents which under this such circumstance, cooking is not that necessary and I don’t have to think of it as a big deal since every time I am home, food are served. However, I still have a problem back then. I love eating. How could it not be problem when you cannot cook but you cannot stop eating?

As the story goes, it has become a trend now that my friend held a party –sort of- which she cooks by her own and invites us all to come over and enjoy the food. Another problem is that the time will soon come when I have to invite the, right? I don’t have to, I know, but we’re “culturistic” buddies, we know exactly how to behave well.

I know! I know I am a woman and soon –what- will be a mother. By all mean, I have to cook, or at least learn how to cook. I believe, and my mother does too, that I can cook-hopefully- but I am just too lazy to do so. And here we come to another problem. Notice that I have lots of problems, tho. I am pretty strong, huh?

Well, should I replace the title of this post to “Me and My laziness”? nah. If I was asked to describe myself –not for scholarship application, tho- in little words, I would write “ I am human, the lazy one.” Exactly! I am too lazy to go to the kitchen too cook, seriously! I prefer to buy the food I like instead of cooking it. I know. I know. I know. I am okay with critics now. Judge me. I am fine.

However, I realize that this is the part of me that I have to fix. I am going to learn –or not. Wish me luck J