Bill Hader Imagines

Can You Teach Me? (Bill Hader)

One of Bill's favorite things to do was watch Y/N cook. Ever since they began dating, he would sit and watch her cook all the time. He especially loved watching her bake sweet treats because she'd let him lick to spoon.

He, on the other hand, can't cook at all. All he really could do was make bologna sandwiches and heat up frozen dinners. He was embarrassed by this. He thought that his beautiful daughters deserved to have a good home cooked meal when they came to his house.

Bill got up from his office chair and walked downstairs to the living room, where Y/N was watching tv. He sat down beside her and huffed out a big sigh. Y/N casually looked over at him with a confused look on her face.

"Are you okay?"
"I want to learn how to cook."
"Okay. And?"
"Can you teach me?"
"I mean yeah I can. Why do you want to learn how to cook?"
"Well, I love watching you cook, and I think the H's deserve a home cooked meal provided by their amazing dad. They're actually coming over tonight, and I want to cook for them."
"Okay, lets go see what we have in the kitchen."

Y/N smiled at Bill as she got up fro my he couch, walking to the kitchen. He smiled and followed her. He watched her as she looked into the fridge then moving to look in the pantry. She turned back to face Bill, and she smile at him.

"So, actually, tonight I was going to cook chicken and steak tacos. Is that something you think you could handle?"
"With help, I believe I can."
"Okay, great. So, what time are they getting dropped off?"
"Around 7, I think."
"Perfect! We have plenty of time to cook the tacos."

Y/N began pulling out the ingredientes for the tacos. She got the chicken and steak out of the fridge, the vegetables,'and some packets from the pantry. She pulled out the stove top griddle and two bowls. She sat everything down on the counter and looked at Bill.

"The chicken and steak take some time to cook so we need to get them started. First, we need to cut up the steak and chicken."

She walked over to a drawer and pulled out two sharp knives. Next, she grabbed the cutting board and sat it on the counter. Bill watched as Y/N cut up the first steak. She handed him the knife and smiled at him.

"Now, it's your turn. Cut it like I did."

Bill nodded his head and began cutting the steak. He managed to get the steak cut up, and he smiled as he notice that his was similar to Y/N's. He cut up the next steak, and Y/N grabbed the cutting board and dumped the cut up steak in a bowl. She grabbed a clean disk rag, and she wet it with hot water then wiped the cutting board. She sat it back down and opened the chicken pack.

"Cut the chicken the same exact way, but use the other knife."

Bill nodded and starting cutting the chicken. Once he was finished, he dumped the chicken in a separate bowl that the steak. Y/N grabbed the big cutting board and the knives and sat the in the sink. She reached into the drawer beside her and pulled out two gloves.

"Next, we need to season the meat in taco seasoning. So, take these packets and dump them in the bowls, then mix the season around with your hand using a glove. Use a packet and a half for each bowl, and use one glove for each bowl.

Bill dumped the taco seasoning packets in the bowls and mixed them with the gloves. Once he was finished, he took the gloves and threw them away. Y/N grabbed a bottle of spray vegetable oil and handed it to Bill.

"Now, you spray the griddle, then start cooking the meet. You can put both of them on their, but out them on opposite sides of the griddle."

Bill sprayed the griddle, then he dumped the chicken and steak on the griddle. He turned on the eye, and Y/N handed him a pair of tongs.

"While the meat is cooking, you need to cut the vegetables that go on the tacos. This part is kinda tricky because you have to eat to watch the meat while you cut, but since this is your first time, I'll watch the meat for you. The knives are in that drawer over there."
"I might not know how to cook, but o do know where the knives are."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Chef."

Bill shot her a playful smile as he handed the tongs back to her. He walked over and pulled a knife out of the drawer. He grabbed the smaller cutting board and began cutting the vegetables. He placed them in separate bowls and walked over to Y/N ready for his next instructions.

"Okay, so, now you need to get a skillet and warm up the tortillas. Put the flame on medium and heat them for about thirty to sixty seconds then flip and repeat. The meat is seconds away from being done so I'll grab you a pan to place them on."

The meat finished cooking, and Y/N dumped them into separate, clean bowls. She grabbed Bill a pan and sat it in the contest beside him.

"I'll finish the other steps because it doesn't involve cooking."
"Okay. How many of the these do I need to heat up?"
"Um, just heat up all of them. It'll be okay."

Y/N grabbed a jar of salsa, a container guacamole, package of sour cream, and package of shredded cheese. She fill a bowl full of each of them, and stuck spoons in all the bowls. There was a knock on Bill's front door, and he noosed at Y/N to answer it. She opened the door and saw Bill's three girls smiling at her. The girls walked in and sat their things down in the living room. They walked back over to her and hugged her.

"Y/N, we've missed you."
"Aw Hannah,I've missed you girls too."
"It smells good in here. Did you cook us dinner?"
"No, Harper. I didn't cook. Your dad did."
"Daddy cooked?"
"He sure did, Hayley. With a little help from me of course. He wanted you three to be the first to eat his first home cooked meal. You girls ready to eat?"

They followed Y/N to the kitchen table, and Bill had already set the table. The girls saw that he cooked tacos, and they got excited. They gave Bill hugs before all five of them sat down at the table. Bill and Y/N helped the girls fix their tacos, and he watched as his three girls took their first bite of the tacos. All of their faces lit up as they ate their taco.

"Daddy, your tacos are delicious."
"Yeah, I love them."
"Can I have another one?"

Bill smiled widely as he watched his beautiful girls eat his tacos. He leaned over towards Y/N, and he smiled at her.

"Thank you for teaching me. I'm so happy they love the tacos."
"You're welcome, baby. I'm glad they like them too."

Bill leaned closer, and captured her lips in a kiss. They heard a couple of 'eww's, and they pulled away, laughing slightly. Bill and Y/N fixed themselves a taco, and he was impressed that his tacos actually tasted good. He knew he could take all the credit though. Y/N had a huge part in his first home cooked dinner. He watched Y/N as she interacted with his girls, and he knew that he wanted her to teach him how to cook for the rest of his life.