the reluctant cook

My friend told me she bought a couple of recipe books from the Pearson sale last weekend. Suddenly I was reminded of all the recipe books I have in my kitchen drawer that I’ve barely touched.

At one time, I imagined myself to be on my way to becoming the Ratatouille of all time . You could find me in my kitchen cooking and baking up a storm almost any day of the week.

My kids were happy and my friends were happy to be at the receiving end of my culinary masterpieces . Has it been that since I turned out anything that even smells remotely like bread or cakes from my kitchen? Hmm, maybe it’s time to find my apron and dust out ‘em old recipe books, eh?

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