@Sunny2 Once upon a time I was a non-cook, and I ate lotsa Cheerios, this practice became tedious.
The very first thing I learned how to cook on my own was chicken, and the method I used was cooking by panic. I’d watch tv in another room while I was cooking, between commercial breaks I’d check on the food, sometimes I’d forget and when I finally remembered (usually due to a smell wafting from the stove) I’d panic and run into the kitchen—usually right on time to take it off the heat. I cook a pretty mean chicken nowadays, especially for a pseudo-vegetarian. Pseudo? Perhaps I just mean quasi… I still set off the fire alarm from time to time, but never to poor results. Fire alarms are so sensitive sometimes, “Hello I am trying to burn me up some food! Don’t you know? Brown = yummy.”