My sauce quickly looked suspicious when I saw actual loads of oil start to appear at the top. Cue the panic call to my mom.  As if it didn’t feel overstimulating enough, I managed to burn myself by accidentally touching the pot and in my frenzy,  dropping a tiny lid into the sauce. I was determined to end on a good note and made it a goal to get a golden-brown crust on top, but destiny had other plans. As I cut into my yellow cheese crust, I expected creamy cheesy goodness, instead, I was met with some dry, sad noodles. Lesson learned: do not go near a mac and cheese recipe and leave it to the pros (aka anyone who knows how to make something more than scrambled eggs).

Next up was mashed potatoes, because I felt I could for sure handle boiling some potatoes and mashing them (with my mom, of course). The ingredients seemed pretty straightforward: potatoes, butter, milk, a sprinkle of salt and a bit of pepper. I was good to go and had my moral support and sous chef by my side.  I was very pleased when the mashed potatoes boiled and things were going smoothly. I grabbed the masher and somehow achieved a nice fluffy texture. I even added just the right amount of butter and milk this time. I tasted my creation and realized that maybe I do have some cooking skills.