It seems like everyday I discover a new career I want to pursue, today’s career: Cooking.

It was only a couple of years, well lets be real, days ago that I still hated cooking. I felt that if I learned I would be subject to cooking all the time, and end up being one of the housewives that I detest. But apparently, just because you learn to cook does not mean that you will immediately get married and pop our 3 kids. Who knew?

And so began my journey into cooking. Like most things, cooking didn’t come naturally to me (still hasn’t). It’s one of those things I just don’t seem to have the patience for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m great at taking direction…but for some reason I am horrible at reading directions.

Maybe my hatred for math is the reason my eye glaze over while reading the recipe, or maybe it’s the amount of small type they manage to fit on one white page. Regardless, me and cooking books just do not seem to be friends. So I’ve resorted to googling ingredients and finding out what I can make. (Whoever invented google deserves a high-five every 10 minutes of the day)

I’ve discovered cooking is a lot like dating. There are a lot of things I hate about it, but the end product usually pays off. And if it ends up being a disaster, it’s just another funny story to tell.

And like dating, cooking can bring up some painful memories.  One of the reasons I refused to cook for a while was due to my mom’s love for cooking. Anytime I would get in the kitchen and attempt a meal I could picture her standing in our kitchen while I would sit and play on the floor. It was too painful to think about, I was learning to cook, not from my mom, but from the internet.

Granted most of the things I’ve learned in my life have been from the internet.

But back to cooking and dating. In the end, once you get the right spice combination and add the heat it ends up being a beautiful (and tasty) dish.  Although sometimes it flops and you are left irritated and still hungry…but I mean, that’s what dating websites are for.