The Smell of a Homecooked Meal

Here is another older post I never posted...So, I guess that means it wasn't a post until today. I haven't burned a meal for a week....progress.

Ah, there is nothing like the smell of a home-cooked meal until, wait, what is that smell? Could that be scorched rice or boiled-dry pasta? I am a pretty good cook, but about three months ago I started being distracted while I am cooking. I think I can check the laundry, check my email, or do a report, all of which take much longer than it takes to burn an entire meal. I have burned 4 meals lately. Part of it is I am the kind of person who has only two options in life. I am a black and white person, an on or off person, a full speed or stopped person, a fast or slow person, a clean or messy person. Not much gray in my life most of the time.

So, for some reason I have been whipping the temp up to high on the stove and leaving the room. My family is starting to expect the smoke detectors to go off and have the faint taste of scorched food on their tongues. My pans are paying the price. I have come to learn that people need breaks from the stuff that takes up their time. The computer takes up mine, so I make a vow not to do anything on my computer pertaining to school or personal while I am cooking. Maybe I can become a focused person again. My family would like that, although there are times when I wonder if anyone even notices. The ones who eat eat everything, and the ones who don't eat don't taste it. So, maybe it isn't a big deal....until the house burns down.