I can't cook.
There. I confessed it.
I can cook, but Gordon Ramsey will not be giving me any endorsements any time soon. This weekend I attempted something as simple as a yellow cake. I took it out of the oven and it looked beautiful. One second later, the middle caved in and I had Kilimanjaro on a platter. Yes, I did the logical thing and filled the crater with icing, but the observation made later was that my cake was 'chewy'.
Sometimes I feel that I am a failure to my sex, but I keep trying. I do have a select menu of items that I can prepare and am quite good at. Some of the mundane things, though--ehh--still working on it.
What does this confession have to do with writing? Only once did I abuse the privileges of fiction and make my heroine a culinary wizard. In WIDOW'S TALE, Serena Murphy ran a restaurant/bar in Maine. She mastered lobster bisque. God, I love fiction! Any of my other heroines have managed to avoid cooking confrontations at least.
Aside from our heroines being strong, bright, determined, kick-ass--have you ever given your heroine a skill that you don't possess? Or as a reader, have you ever read of a trait a heroine had that you wish you possessed?