Sometime during the past 10 years, though excavation of my mind has yet to render the moment with precision, I made the daunting and deflowering decision to try cooking.
I’m not talking about microwaves or opening a lot of cans but of actually taking a recipe, attempting to enhance it and then serving it for the nourishment of family and friends.
I have been judicious and timid in those efforts, but so far, no one has died, though I fear that day could come.