I smartly applied physics and covered the pan for it to happen faster applying all the thermodynamics I once failed to produce in pen and paper. While uncovering, I touched the cover almost forgetting the conduction of heat that happened. "Excitement dominated conduction" followed by "conduction dominated excitement".
Excitement 0, Conduction 100.
But I gave up, sincerely. I decided, then and there.
Burned fingers, I mean - it means a lot to me. Facts about My fingers -
1. The first poem I wrote in my life was on fingers. People had better topics than I did but for me it was 'My fingers'.
2. It is important for me to take care of my fingers. And cooking harmed it.
So, I gave up.
In life, we give up on a lot of things. We hold on to many.
Giving up on cooking isn't easy as I will never be able to create the wonders I keep gluttoning.
But one more damage to my finger will never be tolerated.
Farewell, my dear excellent short-lived passion for cooking, may the lord shower upon you his endless countless blessing so that I can testify my love for you by being a gourmand, and leave the job of satiating my greed for food to all the gourmets.
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