Last night was the first time I cooked anyone dinner, let alone myself in months. I was nervous and petrified that I would screw it up. The words of ‘bad cook’ were in my head and ended up crying when what I was cooking didn’t turn out the way I was hoping.
I wanted the French toast to come out like it does here at home, nice and brown on both sides. However, I’m not used to WH’s kitchen yet. He affirms that I will be and not to stress, but how can I not. I’m glad, that I can deal with gas to cook, but being out of the habit, it will take a lot of practice to get back.
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 