Once upon a time, the only thing that I could make and make well was toast. I ate a lot of toast. Maybe for every meal. (My last name means “bread baker” in German, so it’s genetically possible that I can’t help myself.) But…
You say potato. I say potahto. Because it sounds fanicer. Remember when I used to be domestically disabled? Well, guess what? I am almost a good cook now. I’m totally serious. I am moving mountains. Cooking class is amazing. Just ask Brian. Obviously, I…