Anonymous
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Cooking is one of those activities at which people are either extremely talented or completely inept. Personally, I've found that I fall right in the middle, with neither prodigal nor abhorrent talents. After all, it's just following instructions, right? Unfortunately, one disastrous night in my kitchen has me questioning that logic.
The task was simple enough: cook a turkey stir fry. In theory, it's an extremely simple dish. However, almost immediately, things went awry. While I was cutting onions, I absentmindedly rubbed at my eyes and smeared my mascara. (Keep this in mind; it'll come into play later.) I then proceeded to add the raw turkey to the vegetable pot. Now, as any good chef knows, this means that either the vegetables will burn or the turkey will be raw. I am admittedly not a good chef.
After a taste test, I decided to take a page out of the Spice Girls' book and "spice up my life", adding some red chili paste. This was my fatal mistake. The bottle spilled everywhere. Pot, counter, floor, I mean everywhere. While trying to clean up the mess, my hands ended up covered in sauce.
Foolishly, I decided to taste my ruined meal anyway. My tongue felt like it was on fire and I sprinted to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I looked in the mirror and, noticing the raccoon eyes formed by my mascara, grabbed a tissue. What I had neglected to realize was that chili paste had transferred to the tissue—the tissue which I was using to wipe my eyes. I don't know if you've ever put chili paste anywhere near your eyes, but here's a word of advice: don't. Seriously, don't.
I fumbled blindly for the sink handle, mouth still on fire, eyes burning, presumably looking like a character out of a Tim Burton film. After I rinsed my face, I sat down and stared at my bowl of still-too-spicy and probably-somewhat-raw stir fry, wondering what ancient god had decided to take their anger out on me that night, and hoping I would never incur their wrath ever again.