The whys of why I’ll never be
A cook is pretty plain to me;
There are no rhymes that make much sense,
It’s all too rushed and too intense.
A pinch of this, a splash of that,
How much? Why just a little dash..
You might as well say bugaboo
Along a heap of scooby-doo.
Instead of pinch, how ’bout an inch?
And why not slab instead of dab?
Somehow these substitutes don’t fly
As well as you may think…don’t cry.
An art? For sure, I understand
That cooking’s not for every hand,
Especially one that likes to rhyme,
To cook can be an awful crime.
18 thoughts on “Why I’ll Never Be a Cook”
So I won’t tell you I’m making tomato and crayfish tail sauce to go with a sea bass fillet and herb potatoes tonight then… 🙂
No, but give me your address and set out an extra plate. 😉
The best I can do is a pic I’m afraid! Be ready in a couple of hours 🙂
Ooh it was very nice 🙂
*licks plates despondently*
Tell me your email address I’ll email the recipe. Or a pic 🙂
A recipe in my paws is a recipe for disaster. Very much appreciate the consideration though. 😀
Well cooking in my Italian mothers family is a must…if you don’t cook you are booted! Love the rhyme!
Then I’ll be a Puss in Boots. 😀
This is why God invented microwaves.
Where many of my meals come out of. Amen.
Haha! Funny considering I love to cook:)
Ah, I envy you. People who cook are like gods and goddesses to me. They can make food edible in a way I cannot.
Love it. I am not a cook either the simpler the better. Even down to paper plates
I am a cook through and through, but I loved that. C=
Ah, I am so envious. I will go drown my envy in a PB&J sandwich. 😉