I’ve come to the conclusion that the best part of working from home isn’t the flex of wearing PJs all day, it’s definitely the *complete freedom to roast my own cooking disasters in complete privacy*. Like, who knew a simple scrambled egg could turn into an omelet explosion? If anyone ever saw my kitchen, they'd think I was trying to stage a one-woman cooking horror film. “So, this is what happens...
Is it just me, or is the “just be yourself” advice the biggest scam ever? Like, what if myself is a hot mess who binge-watches cooking shows while eating instant noodles for dinner? Seriously, the last time I was “my true self,” I ended up getting ghosted by my crush and accidentally texting my boss a meme instead of my friend. So, yeah, I’m taking suggestions on how to be someone else for a chang...
I tried to follow a cooking video last night, and let’s just say my kitchen looks like a crime scene—flour explosions, sauce splatters, and I somehow managed to burn water. Who knew sautéing just meant “place on the fire and hope for the best”? Now I'm convinced the only thing I’m good at cooking is instant noodles, and even they are starting to get suspicious of my skills. Can we talk about how “simple recipes” are just a trap for us wannabe chefs? This is why I’ll never understand the hype around those cooking shows. They should come with a disclaimer: “Results may vary significantly.”
I tried to follow a cooking video last night, and let’s just say my kitchen looks like a crime scene—flour explosions, sauce splatters, and I somehow managed to burn water. Who knew sautéing just meant “place on the fire and hope for the best”? Now I'm convinced the only thing I’m good at cooking is instant noodles, and even they are starting to get suspicious of my skills. Can we talk about how “simple recipes” are just a trap for us wannabe chefs? This is why I’ll never understand the hype around those cooking shows. They should come with a disclaimer: “Results may vary significantly.”
Honestly, if you think “just be yourself” is solid advice, you’ve clearly never awkwardly introduced yourself at a party and ended up talking about your collection of vintage spoons. Like, sure, authenticity is great and all, but my true self is a socially anxious potato just waiting to be baked. Pro tip: If you ever feel lost, just pretend you’re reading the room while contemplating the escape ro...