I was born in 1998 and grew up in the throws of the early 2000's. Limited too (not Justice) was my favorite store, Lizzie Mcguire was my favorite show, I thought I would marry Jesse McCartney or Nick Jonas (still holding onto this one) and playing on my Nintendo DS was my favorite activity. While cleaning out my room and with a little inspiration from a friend that recently dug out her DS, I decided to break out this bad boy and play an old favorite: Cooking Mama. 

Trial 1: Pizza

cake, pizza
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As I hadn't played this game since I was deep into the pre-teen years, I decided to choose a recipe that would be fairly easy, pizza.

coffee, tea, cheese, cake
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Things were going well as Cooking Mama, herself, handed me gold medal after gold medal with only one silver medal. If this was the Olympics, I would be on Micheal Phelps' tail. Alas, my pizza was ready. 

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Alas, after all my hard work, I received a measly 87 points. My over-achiever self refused to settle for a B+ on what should have been an easy task. My 12-year-old self shook her head with disappointment. 

Trail 2: Shrimp Tempura

beer, coffee, pizza
Blair Baker

Maybe I had the wrong tactic, easy recipes may not be so easy. This time I went for something a little more tricky: Shrimp Tempura. I had never made this dish is real life before, but was willing to risk it. It was now or never. 

After de-scaling some creepy, pixelized shrimp, I waited for Cooking Mama's final judgment. 

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Things seemed to be looking up as Cooking Mama beamed with pride and I received a 90. Although I felt pride that I had reached A-, I refused to settle until I received a 100. 

Trial 3: Ramen

coffee, cake, tea
Blair Baker

In a final attempt to prove that I could cook, I went for a true college student meal, Ramen. Although this was the ultimate cop out, I was determined for that gold medal. 

coffee, tea, pizza, beer, cake
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Cooking Mama's fiery eyes cast a shadow of shame. How could I face my family after this? Before I admitted complete failure, I gave ramen one more try. 

tea, beans, coffee
Blair Baker

Could it be? I finally received complete success. I had reached ultimate success. I had finally redeemed myself. 

With a gold medal finally hanging around my neck, I decided to quit while I was ahead. I hung up my apron and closed my NintendoDS, only to be opened another day (next time I'll stick to Nintendogs and animal crossing).