It's not that I'm a bad cook, I'm just lazy

Ok, hubs admits that I'm not a bad cook. (and really - he means it, he's not just telling me that...and even if he doesn't mean it, I'm going with what was verbalized regardless of the truth behind it)
I just work nights (confession: nights/days it doesn't matter what I work really) and live tired.
I can follow a recipe well, prefer to bake over cooking, can throw anything into a crock-pot, can't cook like my mama or NaNa to save my life, and gourmet is out of the question.
My sister on the other hand, well she can look at something and recreate it when she gets home.
So when smoke started pouring out of the toaster oven and a loud "ugh! I burned my pop-tart!" I felt like I wasn't that big of a kitchen failure.