I was feeling guilty for not cooking since I came to visit my parents for the holidays, so I called my mom like 'if we don't have plans I can cover dinner' and she said 'oh awesome, you can make the picadillo then.'
I don't even like picadillo.
That said, I think I'm getting some insight into why I hated cooking so much as a teenager. It turns out it's not fun to cook things that make you feel ill??? Wow. Interesting.










