I must not be a Women

I can’t cook. I must not be women. I am not worthy of a man’s love. Let me share with you some degrading moments in my cooking career. First personal failure: cookies. I wanted to make cookies for my class. Simple right? Women can cook dessert. If you can’t cook dessert, you must be a man. So, I spend my lunch period in my kitchen eager to make the perfect cookies; to prove myself women. Exited, I brought them to class. Passed them out. Nobody touched them. I then proceeded to look at the cookies and I realized why; I added too much baking soda, and I forgot to stir the ingredients together. Pieces of yellow egg and white baking soda were sticking out of my cookies. Second personal failure; eel. For class everybody was to make food. I choose eel. I thought by making an exotic dish I could prove myself a women. Women can make exotic dishes. But not only did it taste disguising it also sent the most popular boy the bathroom. As you can see, I cannot cook. I must not be women.


If a person cannot cook, they must be a man. That is not to say men can’t cook. But all women can cook. If you think you are a women but find you regularly set toaster ovens on fire, you may want to look below. Perhaps your food turns to ash whenever you cook. I urge you then to make sure your name is “Roberta” and not “Roberto”. If you insist you are a women but regularly set off all the fire alarms in the house, take a journey with me as I explore how to be the perfect women. For my next 3 blogs we will talk about sandwiches, clothing and cookbooks.

YES, yes my cookies did look like this.