Today I was in a mood to cook something. I sneaked into to the kitchen when everyone were enjoying an afternoon siesta. I flipped through so many books and at last I thought, I would make some cucumber soup and started the preparations…… cutting,chopping,boiling,stirring.really had a hard time.
when I was almost done I felt really proud and the aroma was really fantastic.
But when I tasted it oh my god i just cant express it.... Really awful!!! The soup was nothing more than some half-cooked vegetables!!!! i was disappointed, my mom had always told me no to do things that i dont know,but i would always quarrel with her and say that is how we learn something.
i looked at my soup again and felt sorry for the fate of those poor vegetables.
behaving as though nothing had happened i served the so called cucumber soup to my mom first.
thank god she didn’t faint.I didn’t compel others. everyone wants to live in this world right? oh!atlast I had no other go,but to dump it in the bin….Really sad;-(
Now I remember a proverb”TOO MANY COOKS SPOILS THE BROTH” But that is wrong in my case I tell you.Why too many, when I am here?
So,yet again I proved that I am a bad cook