Originally posted by Racer X 69 With Mrs. Racer 1.0 that would surely be the case. She couldn’t boil water without messing it up.
As strange as it sounds, that's also -in a tragicomedy kind of way- an accurate description of my mom. She just doesn't like the kitchen. She'll just leave any time she wants while the burners are on, liquids boiling or heating up to do other things, like going through her file cabinet. Queen of distrait!
She's again and again so absentminded, that I always remind her to use her phone and to put a timer and alarm so she doesn't let more time pass than necessary. Three to five minutes to boil some water, depending on the pot size and quantity; fifteen minutes for pasta, and so on… and she just won't use that feature. Just like she never used the twist up timer we used to have.
That all lead to the point where I just have to laugh out loud at any friend that's fussy about some little charcoal on their meal and who probably has to justify it "because cancer". Dude, if that's the case, I was raised by cancer!
The scariest -and funniest- occurrence was when we came home to a smoking house because she had put my niece's feeding bottles, maybe ten or twelve, into the biggest pot to disinfect in boiling water. You can imagine the panicked neighbors, the smell, how much smoke there was and how charred up they were once all the water boiled away.
There's a hyperbolic saying here that goes something like: "you even burn some water", used to describe someone bad at cooking. With her, that's no exaggeration. All the burned up pots tell the story. Maybe I should start a still life photographic series with those.
Anyway, one time I had corrective surgery for my twisted bite, my jaw was wired close, so I could only "eat" (drink is actually more accurate) through a straw. All my meals, drinks and solids were put together through a mixer. Just imagine what that tastes like, or perhaps try it (lol, I can picture all the "hell no"-s). I took one sip and gave her the look. Lol, her face said it all. Turns out she'd burnt the beef liver.
She then obviously made it up to me with something less pungent. Also, I forgot to mention her sense of smell is phony because of her allergies, so there's no bad intention behind it. She can drink bad milk oblivious to the fact, only noticing it when it stops being a liquid.