I started being a bad cook at an early age. I remember making cookies in the Easy-Bake Oven with my sister, and my only job was to set the timer. Guess who forgot to set the timer? There have been numerous incidents since then, involving anything from a tin of flour in a sink full of water, things that spark in the microwave, and an oven mitt that was set on fire on the stove.
I was disastrous in many ways until my freshman year of college. I took a semester off for medical reasons and found myself with some extra time on my hands. I decided to learn how to cook and bake and I've been decent since then. However upon getting married I tried to learn how to iron and we ended up with a triangle-shaped hole in the window blinds.
I'm not very domestic.