03 29th, 2010 |
Back when I was in university, I roomed with a woman named Beth. She was an intelligent, strong, and determined person, so it was a surprise to me when she insisted that she couldn’t really cook. What?! How could someone who was literate in two languages and gifted with the attention span of a cat stalking a bird be incapable of following simple directions laid out as they are in the average recipe?
I learned how to cook at home, at Girl Guides, and at 4-H. Until I heard it from Beth, I never considered the possibility that someone couldn’t cook if they chose...