Oh God. DS (21) is dyspraxic (among other things) & he wanted to make macaroni cheese. [we're having a really difficult time of late, so I'm thinking "yay, bonding, sideways talk"]
I've had to sit down in the living room. I may need to go for a walk.
I started him off, making a roux. All good. Then adding milk. Was going great. I saw a few lumps, but hey, do not step in with a spoon, Queen.
I went to sip my coffee & hear "errrrr it's a bit lumpy..." so I pop through & it is like a huge jelly made of pus. He is poking at it with the spoon. There is zero stirring going on. Poking.
I've had to offer help step in - but he is now about to eat macaroni with cheesy jelly. 🤢 I had to taste it. He is eating it "that's really good!" I am trying to look delighted for him I might need a Valium & a lie down
I used to joke with a mum friend at how difficult we found letting our kids do stuff when they are clearly not doing it right - I had hoped I was past that stage. Clearly fucking not 🤦🏼♀️
Please can you share your culinary (or otherwise) disasters.