Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could've been. It was, after all, one of his first efforts at cooking that wasn't baking. It was, instead, lunch.
Breakfast had been easy enough. He'd made what Michael termed 'breakfast burritos' - flour tortillas wrapped around scrambled eggs (easy enough), fried sausage (slightly harder), tomatoes (not quite as bad) and peppers (same as tomatoes) all sauteed together. That had seemed acceptable. It was almost proof that he could indeed conquer breakfast.
Lunch had been slightly more effort to come up with. It had to be something that was easily held in-hand and not too messy. He'd considered making burgers, but decided against it. That was something he could get through a drive through, plus he wasn't sure if he'd be able to cook beef patties well enough.
Thus, staying in the same vaguely-Mexican vein, he'd decided on tacos. It had made him cut up tomatoes and shred lettuce and manage to fry meat - nothing too difficult, considering what he'd done for breakfast, but they were running low on tomatoes by the time he got done.
And he thought the meat was... just a little too done.
And he wasn't sure the spicing was right.
But he knew that cooking wasn't his forte.
"I hope I haven't managed to make us... extremely ill with this one."