I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you've ever tried to cook a Pinterest recipe and ended up with a culinary crime scene instead of a gourmet meal, you're not alone. I mean, how is it that a 6-ingredient recipe somehow turns into a battle of wits with your smoke alarm? I genuinely appreciate people who can whip up a dinner that doesn’t involve delivery or an emergency trip to the grocery ...
Honestly, I don’t get people who say “I don’t need anyone, I’m fine alone.” Like, have you ever tried opening a jar of pickles by yourself? It takes a whole lot of willpower just to not cry in the process. I don’t care how independent you are, sometimes you just need a friend to wrestle that lid off or at least provide emotional support while you fail miserably. Cheers to the friends who step in w...
I once tried to impress a date by cooking a fancy dinner, but instead, I accidentally set the smoke alarm off while making pasta. My brilliant plan of "flambéing" the sauce turned into a fire drill in my tiny apartment. Now, every time I pop a frozen pizza into the oven, I get flashbacks of the fire department showing up and my date looking horrified. Not sure what's worse: the potential fire hazard or the fact that I had to last-minute take them to a fast food joint because I was too embarrassed to cook again. Cooking? More like a recipe for disaster.
I once tried to impress a date by cooking a fancy dinner, but instead, I accidentally set the smoke alarm off while making pasta. My brilliant plan of "flambéing" the sauce turned into a fire drill in my tiny apartment. Now, every time I pop a frozen pizza into the oven, I get flashbacks of the fire department showing up and my date looking horrified. Not sure what's worse: the potential fire hazard or the fact that I had to last-minute take them to a fast food joint because I was too embarrassed to cook again. Cooking? More like a recipe for disaster.
I just spent an entire Saturday binge-watching a series that I knew was going to be a train wreck, but there’s something oddly comforting about knowing exactly how bad it’s going to get. Like, why do I feel more emotionally connected to these poorly written characters than I do to my own friends? It’s like they’re my dysfunctional, fictional family who don’t ask me to help with their drama. Am I t...