It happens every. time. I mean, I like my bacon crispy… but this is ridiculous. I cannot cook bacon without scorching it.
Actually, this week I have burned bacon twice, a big pot of rice, and some garlic in butter.
I have come to realize that all this burning is not so much an indicator of my culinary failings as it is a symbol of a bigger problem in my life.
I try to do too many things at once, making it impossible to do any of them very well. It’s taking a toll on my self-esteem.
A few days ago, when the smoke alarm went off reminding me that I had bacon in the oven, (you know, because that would save me a little time) I just lost it. My emotional outburst was definitely disproportionate to the incident. The smoke alarm seemed to be screaming at me that I was a failure. Again.
When I’m cooking, I am also usually cleaning, counseling, answering, encouraging, scolding, signing, and a variety of other things. Sometimes when I’m trying to help everyone at once, I find myself giving the wrong answer to the wrong child, or agreeing to terms that I never even heard.
I know that’s the problem. I know I need to slow down and focus on one thing, or one precious person at a time. I know that. And I would love to do that.
But how? What else can I do when there are 18 things that all really do need to be done at the same time? How do I look into the eyes of each person that needs my attention, and still give the bacon the one-on-one time that it requires?