Flying and... cooking?

I found myself trying to cook this morning.  That's right, I 'tried' and, must admit, failed horribly.  What was supposed to be pancakes and eggs morphed into a blob of half-burnt, half-mushy paste and dried-out eggs.  No harm, breakfast quickly turned into a banana as I got ready for church.  My normal fumble for my shoes caused me to stumble across my new, yet already worn-in, FAR/AIM book.  It briefly made me think; I can fly a 1.5 ton hunk of metal at 200 miles an hour through a boiling mass of air; yet heating up a bit of batter and scrambling eggs is beyond me.  Guess I just haven't earned my stove rating.  Just an observation I found universally harmonic.