“I’ve been trying to learn how to cook, but it’s not
going well” she said as she got out the frying pan.
“I’m terrible at it, no matter how hard I try” she added,
as the ground beef sizzled and browned.
Absentmindedly, still frowning, she added salt, pepper,
spices (all by feel, not measuring a thing), onions and peppers, then the
sauce.
“It’s really sad that nothing I make is even edible” she
mused, tossing the cooked pasta in olive oil.
Putting the sauce, pasta, and grated parmesan on the
table, she said, “Well. There it is.”
It was delicious.
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