I am not a cook. Even when my mom tried to teach me things, my ADHD made it to where I only gathered an incomplete set of directions, or I fully forgot what she taught me after learning it. Now that I'm living on my own, learning how to cook is trial-and-error, just like it has been for many others.

I take great joy in anything I can cook in a frying pan on the stove, because I can do that!

I attempted to cook several hamburger patties today (so some could go in the fridge for lunches), and I burnt two so bad they had to be thrown out. I'm pretty sure I even overcooked the ones that don't physically look overcooked. I also made the grave mistake of seriously underestimating how long it takes to cook these patties. It was meant to be my first meal of the day. By the time I had my plate, I was shaking from low blood sugar, and taking my adderall without food fucked me up. Never again. Not for the first meal.