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Cooking. Right up my alley - not by choice, but by selective process. Correct frame of mind? Gotta laugh at this. For me, there never has been a correct frame of mind when I begin the tedious task of self-imposed culinary arts. Cooking fell into my lap; I should say "crash landed" when my youngest daughter became old enough to stay "solo" at the house and know enough to keep the doors shut and locked.
It was a learning experience from the "get-go." I never figured Hamburger Helper to be such an excruciatingly painful experience the first time out. I learned the finished product is not supposed to "pour" onto a plate. We ordered from Little Caesars.
The years went by and the visits to the family Doctor became less frequent. I learned how to thaw poultry, how to store foods correctly and how to make the best tasting Rump Roast that you can slice with a spoon.
Correct frame of mind? I suppose mine would be - Damn! I can really do it.
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