I’m not a good cook.
When I actually dare to make something in the kitchen, I have a very limited criteria for success: Did I burn down the kitchen? Did I singe my eyebrows? Did I give anyone salmonella poisoning?
If the answers are all “No,” then I declare victory. Heck, even if just one eyebrow is lightly toasted, it might still be worth a little end-zone style celebratory dance.
But, like all parents, I want better for my children…and I am indeed optimistic that they will prove more capable cooks than their culinary-challenged mom. Here’s why:
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