I was going to bring a sweet potato casserole to a Christmas party tonight. But when I was opening the cans, I had trouble with the can opener, and I freaked out because I thought a piece of metal from the can got in the sweet potatoes. And then as I was inspecting the can to see if the piece from the top matched the edge from the side (if it matched, then no missing pieces in the food), I cut myself on the can. And I didn't realize it was bleeding until I got further involved in cooking.
So I'll be having a sweet potato casserole just for me and my lunches for awhile now. I can't bring it to the party.
I can't stand this. I WANT to be able to cook for others! I live alone now, but I desperately want a family. But the thought of cooking for a husband and little kids scares me, because I'm scared something will get in the food (mainly I have this phobia that a piece of metal will get in it, but I also went as far as putting gloves on once I realized I cut myself so nothing would spread to other ingredients I might use later when cooking for others). I'm so frustrated.
So I'll be having a sweet potato casserole just for me and my lunches for awhile now. I can't bring it to the party.
I can't stand this. I WANT to be able to cook for others! I live alone now, but I desperately want a family. But the thought of cooking for a husband and little kids scares me, because I'm scared something will get in the food (mainly I have this phobia that a piece of metal will get in it, but I also went as far as putting gloves on once I realized I cut myself so nothing would spread to other ingredients I might use later when cooking for others). I'm so frustrated.