My sisters and I never learned to cook as children. My mother always said that there was room for only one woman in a kitchen. I believe this was her way of making sure no food was wasted. As a consequence, the four of us had become married women by the time we prepared our first meal. I’ll never forget the first chicken that I baked for Sunday dinner. It was so dry and hard it couldn’t be pulled from the bone.
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