
I remember my first Thanksgiving that I decided to cook. Remember, this was during the ages where I thought a kitchen was there for decoration, not utilization. I bought a pie (yes, one of those frozen ones) and I burnt it beyond recognition. I was crushed. I have made no secret of my lack of cooking skills way back when and, looking back on that incident, if I could tell my twenty-something self to stop beating myself up over it, {Read More}






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