Pastry, schmastry. I made this with my own two hands, and it was delish, okay?
You guys, it happened. Someone said the magic words, “You are a good cook.”
A few years ago when I set out to overcome my severe domestic disability, I knew I needed a way to define my goal. Cooking talent is somewhat subjective – either people like your food or they don’t. So, I decided that when someone told me I was a good cook by saying the exact phrase “you are a good cook,” I’d call it win. My sister Lirbs said it to me last weekend. Boom shakalaka! And I used to burn water.
4. Become a good cook. This requires that I actually cook, but stranger things have happened.
It feels pretty good to cross something off my list. I am walking proof that anyone can cook. For reals, y’all.
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