I guess some things, like food preparation, come as naturally as breathing to some folks. Perhaps that's why so many people simply don't believe me when I say I can't cook. If you take a heaping tablespoon of Ramona and add an oven, measuring cups and a knife, then you've got a recipe for disaster.
Co-hosting Charlotte Today has made it painfully clear that the kitchen will never be my domain. Each day there has been a cooking segment. On Wednesday when it was time to put the mac and cheese in the oven, I tried to shove it into the microwave. Something always seems to go wrong when I'm in the kitchen so I'm perfectly happy letting someone else prepare the food while I assume clean-up duties.
There is a list of other things I'm positive I'll never master:
1. shuffling cards
2. yoga
3. basic math (though I can easily figure out clearance rack percentages),
4. singing harmony
5. changing a poopy diaper (I've nearly vomited every single time I've tried)
Right now there is someone reading this list thinking that I just need more practice, or didn't have the right teacher... blah, blah, blah. It's like when someone tells me that they hate pizza. It sounds impossible to me, but if I expect them to respect my claims of being the anti-chef, then I've got to respect the fact that there are actually people like Matt Harris who get the "cha-cha-cha's" every time they set foot in a mall.
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