Late bloomer

When you're a late bloomer in the kitchen, you're bound to go insane.
You've spent three decades of your life eating without having to cook, thanks to the maid and canned, fast and restaurant food.
You think you're not good enough to create something that people will find edible, let alone delicious.
You think you're useless and stupid for not being able to do a simple task that should be innate in women.
You feel insecure and assume every kitchen joke within your earshot is an attack against your culinary capabilities.
You want to be Nigella Lawson or Rachel Ray overnight, but there are so many basic techniques to learn before you can even create a half-decent dish!
You want to do it all without breaking a sweat, but by the time you're done cooking something, you're a mess.
You feel nervous every time you're asked to cook something.
But you do, because that's the only time you will actually learn.
And that's your chance to redeem yourself as a promising cook.
You scour the internet and go through cookbooks to find something that's simple to make but fancy enough to serve to guests on a special evening.
You buy ingredients and make sure they are fresh and the right kind.
And then you say a little prayer before you put that apron on, calling on God to help you pull this off.
And when your guests take that first bite, you hold your breath.

I'll be going through the exact same experience tomorrow.
It's going to shake - but not shatter - me.
And I'm going to be great.