Today I decided to become a chef. Spoiler: I didn't. I was cooking dinner, turning on some music, dancing with a spatula, feeling like I was on a cooking show. And then I smelled something burning.

The dinner turned to embers, the smoke billowed, and the neighbors probably thought there was a fire. I opened the windows, waved a towel, and laughed until I cried. In the end, I ordered pizza. And you know, it was tastier than my dinner.

Sometimes failures are just an excuse not to be perfect. And order pizza.

What was burning in your kitchen? Or am I the only one? 😂🍕