My husband was encouraging my teenage daughter to take home economics this year.
“That’s so I don’t end up like mom, right?”
It’s true. I don’t like cooking. Okay, I’ll be more specific. I loathe cooking. I would camp out in frigid weather in front of the first store to make a Star Trek food replicator available. I find the whole process as distasteful as, well, my cooking.
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