Hey everyone! Well every wonder how Katniss failed at Cooking, playing the flute and gardening? Well this is based off of my failed attempts at all of these. Takes place during Catching Fire and told in Katniss' POV. Enjoy! Read and Review!

My failed attempts

By: Funshine Tonks

Chapter 1: Cooking

Effie sent in a list of talents for me to try, since hunting illegally is not a talent.

"Number one: cooking" Prim said, reading off the list.

"Ok, so what do I cook?" I asked.

"Whatever we have the ingredients for." Prim said. I thought about one of my favorite desserts, Blondies. I smiled. I remember the time my father had to trade a whole deer for one batch, but it was well worth it.

"Do we have the ingredients for blondies?" I asked. Prim nodded in response. I set off for the kitchen. I started to get out all the ingredients, patience isn't my thing so I put the butter in a glass bowl and heated it up. I got out the flour, brown sugar, baking soda and everything else. Prim stays in the kitchen with me, while our mother waits in the living room. I start by mixing the brown sugar with the (fully melted) butter. Then I wisk the dry ingredients together. Oh great, I think, now I have to use that electric mixer… I pull it out, rather new, it came with everything else when I won the Hunger Games, I shudder at the thought of the Hunger Games. I plug the mixer in and turn it on 1 and start mixing in the vanilla. Then I crack the first egg (with very little success) and I finally crack it open with one hand (the other still mixing in the vanilla) on the edge of the now egg white covered countertop. I get most of the egg insides in, and a few pieces of the shell. I turn off the mixer and pick out the shell pieces. My hands become slimy and sticky but I keep mixing in the first egg. I move onto the next egg.

"Shit…" I mutter as I drop the whole crushed eggshell into the bowl.

I turn off the mixer and pull out the crushed eggshell. I continue on mixing. Next I have to mix in the flour mixture, I look over at the thick heavy glass bowl full of the powdery stuff, I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I Pick up the bowl one handed, just about dropping it, I accidentally put in a little too much of the flour mixture into the wet mixture. I stand there awhile mixing in the half of the flour mixture I accidentally poured in. My patience got the better of me and I poured in the rest of the flour mixture and started mixing the thick batter. I see the package of white chocolate morsels and I notice that I will have to cut up the milk chocolate candies into pieces. I walk over to the large cabinet and I pull out a bag milk chocolate candies. I take the kitchen knife and start cutting the candies into oddly sized pieces; I do this 4 or 5 times until I have an equal-ish amount of white and milk chocolate. I scrape the milk chocolate off my hands and into the bowl with the sharp kitchen knife.

"Be careful, Katniss… Don't cut yourself." Prim warned.

"I know, I won't," I muttered.

I finish mixing in the chocolate, and pour the mixture into the greased pan. And I (very carefully, because I absolutely hate burns due to the Hunger Games, even more than I used to) put the tray into the preheated oven. I set the timer for 25 minutes and I go change out of my flour covered clothes. I come back in an outfit I know Cinna would hate, but it's comfortable and that's all I care for at the moment. I come back and sit in the kitchen until the blondies are done. I pull them out of the oven 20 minutes later, they smelled pretty good, but with my cooking I knew not to get my hopes up. I cut them up rather unevenly, and placed them on a large plate. Me and Prim took a blondie and bit into it, it didn't taste half bad, but I wouldn't consider cooking a talent for me.

"They taste very good, Katniss!"Prim said. But I could hear the disgust behind her voice.

"Thanks." I said. I walked out into the living room and gave Haymitch, Peeta, and my mother each one of my failed blondies. Haymitch, being the truthful one immediately admitted to hating my cooking. Well, at last he was being truthful…

"They taste… good…" Peeta said, unsurly. He was a horrible liar and I heard the unsurence behind his voice. I shot him a scowl for trying to lie, he cowarded back and shut up.

"Number two: Playing the flute" My mother read off the list. Great, I thought, I'm never going to be able to do that…