How A Rice Cooker Saved Me From A Lifetime Of Prostitution

Cooking is hard, or so I was brought up to believe.

I wasn’t told this, but rather deduced it from two facts: 1) My family was full of people who’d spent decades cooking for each other, and 2) almost none of them seemed to be very good at it. So — what was the point? If a lifetime spent grimly oozing sweat over cast iron cookery and tending to grease blisters might dome to no more than my great-grandmas juiceless pot-roasts, why even try? Might



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  1. Patrica
    Dec 05, 2011 @ 20:51:10


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