I just spend more than two hours scrubbing the pot where the soup scorched. My cooking really IS even worse than I imagined. I've got no taste for spices whatsoever, I manage to burn almost everything and I've got the creativity of... I dunno, an egg. 'Cause if I don't know what to put in, I take an egg. I had Rice with egg, spaghetti with egg, just egg, rice with egg again... Combined with pepper, salt and butter. Too muh pepper and butter, not enough salt. Oh, and there were too many noodles... I think I actually ate noodles for, like, 5 persons yesterday. Which is why my stomach is still somewhat angry today...

Good grief, you can't possibly imagine just how much I look forward to your cooking, mum!

I'm not saying I don't want to move out in a few years after I graduated, but know that it'll hurt. And that I have to learn to cook, if I don't want to suffer from malnutrition and... well, scorched stuff.