It didn’t come easy to me, that so often elusive domesticity. The first year of our marriage saw Neil wrinkling his nose at my scant culinary abilities; namely the preparation of pan fried chicken, soggy pasta with canned sauce and grilled cheese sandwiches. And though we’ve been married seven years now, it’s only in the last two or three that I’ve achieved anything like competency in the kitchen.
Note that I say competency and not excellence.
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