Kitchen Failure

Overcooked and falling apart

Not all that long ago I used to equate the failure of a prepared meal like a failure of my being. Being the perfectionist that I am, the dish needed to look exactly like the photograph – or it just wasn’t good enough. Clearly the one above did not look like the photograph. It was meant to be a pecan pie but I left it in the oven just a little too long and then it was an overcooked pecan pie. It was hardly even worth eating.

I find myself getting tied up in the things I cook – I invest so much energy in them – I want them to be perfect. If they don’t, I feel let down and am severe with myself.

The thing is – this all goes hand in hand with my black and white thinking.

So what if it turns out looking like a dog’s breakfast – if no one in the house likes the dinner you slaved over for 3 hours – if the whole fish you cooked has still got scales because the dud in the fish shop didn’t clean it properly – none of this is really about you or the way you are in life. I don’t know about anyone else but I tend to personalise many many things as an attack on me – when it is nothing of the sort and simply life!

The other thing is – that it is OK to fail at something – it just means that you will do a better job next time!