Bret Can Cook

Yes, I can, with a little (okay, a lot) of help from Gina! Two weeks ago, she cooked me a delicious dinner one weeknight. It wasn't until after I'd finished it that she said, "now it's your turn." Now, I'm no master chef, by any means. I don't even have a cool catchphrase like "BAM!" Truth be told, I'd never given myself the chance or the time to learn how to cook any dishes properly. My escapades in the kitchen up till now have always ended with a call to a carry-out place, lots of smoke, or preparing something in the microwave and/or toaster.

No longer!

Tonight, I prepared some delicious marinated chicken, along with some other tasty sides. Gina guided me through the process. She has inherent baking and cooking skills. All I do know is that it turned out surprisingly well for a first attempt, and this is encouraging. I should've known the power lied within me, since my mother and brother have both turned out to be quite the chefs. After dinner, we spent a nice relaxing evening together - a nice recovery from the hectic workday.

The only question that remains is: will I use my power for good ... or for evil?