dont cry over burnt chicken

Does this burnt chicken look appetizing to you?

Spoiler alert: it wasn't. 

Here's the thing, despite my best efforts, I have not scored well in the category of cooking in my journey to become the best wife in the world. Accompanying this burnt chicken was a pot of extremely lumpy mashed potatoes and over-peppered gravy. The canned beans turned out fine because all I had to do was open the can and heat them. The worst part is that I REALLY try. I look at cookbooks, pinterest, and try to channel my inner woman that will magically just know how to cook. None of this has worked well. When I follow a recipe I usually always forget one part or it takes me hours because I am going so slow measuring out everything perfectly. WHY!? My elder family members keep telling me that I will get it eventually but I'm not so sure. 

After spending an hour in the kitchen preparing this disaster, I called Judson to come in and look at the damage. I began to explain that I accidentally burnt the chicken, under cooked the potatoes, etc... as I'm explaining I start crying. I'm crying and crying and saying how I just want to be able to be one of those wives who can cook! Judson sweeps me up and sits me down on his lap and tells me I'm the best wife and then starts praying for me. He then mushed up everything I cooked on his plate, salt and peppered it to an unrecognizable state, and ate two servings of it. Bless him. I gathered my weepy self together and ended this fateful event eating a pint of ice-cream.