My mom gets frustrated when she sees me cooking in the kitchen - flour all over the dinning table, onion skin decorating the floors, every imaginable bowl scattered on the kitchen counters. I am a messy cook, I must admit. Mom, just be glad I haven’t managed to mess up the ceiling…yet.
Messy cooking aside, another thing that frustrates her is that according to her, I don’t cook enough healthy meals. (Ahem.) Looking through my archive, I noticed that I do tend to gravitate towards the sweet stuff and…the burgers. Oops. Sorry, mom! This is my peace offering.