I'm not much of a cook. Well, I'm actually more of an anti-chef: I can take deliciously cooked food and uncook it. Not turn it back into ingredients but to turn it into anti-flavour, inedible pile of molecules.
Still, every now and then I find myself in a position where I absolutely have to cook for myself. On today's menu was rice, one of those uncle Ben's rice-in-a-beg things mind you, which I was able to turn into a disaster. I also made salad, which I didn't burn. This time.