I’m not an especially good cook.
Mostly, I get by.
I don’t mind cooking, though anything that takes a lot of time becomes less appealing to increasingly screen-addicted me.
As a kid, I cooked exactly one staple meal for myself – hamburger patties, with mashed potatoes and baked beans. Cut up the patties, and mush everything together. Sounds tasty, right?
And pretty much the only reason I made it for myself was because it offended the culinary sensibilities of my Mum so much, she simply refused to take part.
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