Our senior year, the last edition of our high school newspaper had an article predicting our professions ten years after graduation. They were written tongue-in-cheek, predicting opposites of our interests/personalities back then. The biggest, baddest Samoan football player from Waimanalo became a famous manicurist.
It was well-known that my best friend, Mei, and I had no culinary skills whatsoever. In fact, our senior year, I actually taught Mei how to fry an egg, and that was the extent of my cooking repertoire. In addition to steamed rice, of course! Predictably, the article said we’d become caterers!
Ha! Well, Mei showed them. She went to pastry chef school and can now make the meanest breads and desserts. I, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well. Last week, I burnt boiled eggs. Yesterday, I made burnt two bagels while making my specialty “cream cheese with a side of bagel.” I tried to convince my husband that it’s a new recipe: blackened, barbecued bagel. But he didn’t buy it. I think he was biased by the article from 15 years ago (we went to the same high school). Or maybe he’s just clued in from being married 8 years to a non-Rachel Ray.
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My lack of interest in cooking does not preclude me from thinking about food constantly, however. Last night, Keilah came home from gymnastics and announced that she learned how to do a straddle roll. I asked her if that was some kind of sushi…The heat of the glare she gave me could have melted the cream cheese off of my blackened bagel! 
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