ok, I'll admit it. I can't cook.
There. I had to get it out there. I feel SO much better. Hopefully you will all still think the same of me.
I can sew (yes, even have sewn some clothing before), I can clean, iron with the best of 'em, mow, weed eat, mend fence, hook up, drive, and maneuver/park a truck and horse trailer, fix leaky livestock waterers, fix electric brakes that were wired backwards, put in storm windows, paint trim on the house, wash/wax/detail my car, power wash everything in sight, take care of all kinds of medical disasters that befall the equine members of my family...heck even fly an airplane.
But I can't cook. So shoot me.
Not only can I not cook, I absolutely hate it and perhaps that's why I've not bothered to really learn. I can marginally bake, I can somewhat throw something together on the George Foreman grill, but...
My boyfriend of over 4 years loves to cook. So it works out well. I can continue to be a culinary failure.
Sarah