Tuesday, September 2, 2008

On Cooking

I excel at Not Cooking.

To the DNB's mother, cooking is an art. It's a creative outlet. To my mother, it's a convenient way to keep the family from starving. I've taken an alternate approach that includes denial and avoidance.

We celebrated Christmas one year at the DNB's brother's house. His sister-in-law served a number of delectable treats, including hot cocoa with HOMEMADE MARSHMALLOWS. The DNB and I exchanged glances over our steaming mugs. "Seriously?" I mouthed to him. Not only did I believe marshmallows came from Peeps, but it would never occur to me in 1,000 years that I could make them at home. I'm not wired that way.

I write this so you will understand the magnitude of what happens next.

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