My mother used to say that the kitchen was the heart of a home. She spent a lot of time cooking and baking.
I do not.
I avoid the stove like it's covered in plague sores, only touching it when I do my weekly cleaning. If I can't make or heat food in the microwave then I either eat whatever-it-is cold or not at all.
The duplex I occupy is basically one larg…
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