Prep cook. Not a good one. All my fingers are now prosthetics.
Cereal. Oh, that I've mastered? Cereal with milk.
Dark Chocolate Molten Cake with Berry Sauce and Cream
Any time another human trusts you enough to put what you've created in their mouth, that's a triumph. If they die, some may consider that a disaster. If they fall in love with you and want more, job well done.
I don't remember much in the culinary field before I got sober five years ago. I realized that cooking and human contact was my path in life because it's the only job I've ever been fired from that I've wanted to keep doing afterwards. Oh, and my mom's a great cook.