During the holiday, I abused the cookbook holder I received as a Christmas present from a dear friend and made/baked as many things as possible.
And during that process, I learnt something about myself.
You know how sometime when you cook something, and it doesn’t turn out exactly the way you anticipated, but you’d happily eat it because you made it?
Well I wouldn’t.
Especially not when I had high hopes. Especially not when I’m like the next Jaime Oliver.