Too ugly to serve. Too uneven to consume. Too fast to burn, and too young to die. First pancake is an unsung hero, always there to take one for the team. All because you suck at cooking. Say sorry.
I love you so very much, Even though at times I do things that hurt. I try so hard to hope that you always see How much you being in my life means to me. I am sorry yet again for causing you pain. That is the last thing I ever wanted to do. Even when I am trying to look out for you and do the right thing, I mess up, I am sorry for that too. I hope that you still know how much I love and cherish you, Like nothing else in my life gives me the thrill of being loved by you. So I hope that you listen and see it in my eyes, This sincere apology that comes with tears from deep inside.
When the skillet bites hard And cooking skills are low And the stove flames ride high But batter wont grow And we're changing our ways, Taking different recipes... Then love, love will tear you apart again Love, love will tear you apart, again Why is the kitchen so cold Turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed, Our moistness run dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our dining Love, love will tear you apart again Love, love will tear you apart again Do you cry out in your pan All my failings exposed? Get a taste in my mouth As desperation takes hold Is it something so good But, just can't function no more? When love, love will tear you apart again
This thread is just the therapy I need today. I'm a terrible cook, rarely cook for anyone other than my husband (and not even that often for him), and today I had to make breakfast for six people (we had four houseguests). I wish I could say it was just my first pancake that left something to be desired, but I'd say it was closer to at least half of them. While I was cooking this morning (with an "audience" watching), I was consoling myself for my latest domestic defeat with the thought that maybe I could come to this sub-forum later and start a "Pancake Failures" thread
No matter the meal you are horridly mucking up... listen to Joy Division. Your tears may be the ingredient that improves your cooking.
