I don't cook. I can't cook. Is there a difference? Maybe I don't cook because I can't, or can't because I don't. In any case, it's a vicious little cycle. I try to cook, every now and then because, well, because my family is hungry and isn't that in the job description of mom? I made a real effort 2 nights ago. I made shrimp with a sauce and rice and lima beans (from the can, heated in the microwave). I grilled the shrimp, watched the rice carefully so it wouldn't burn and then of course had to throw some chicken nuggets in the oven and a grilled cheese on the stove for my picky eaters. I spent an hour running from the grill to the kitchen trying to pull it all together. I spent another hour washing, let's see 1,2,3,4 pots and pans, loading dishes and putting away used ingredients. It was good, but I just don't get it. Back to fish sticks last night. Much better :)
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