(I never learned how to bake chicken either, or anything else for that matter. I’ve been winging it my whole life — well, using cookbooks and such. Why is that, I wonder? Did my mother not think I would need to learn to cook? Did I never consider watching her do so in order to be able to feed myself in the future? I do wonder about this sometimes, usually when I’m winging it at dinner. Ha!)
Have fun in New York!
(I never learned how to bake chicken either, or anything else for that matter. I’ve been winging it my whole life — well, using cookbooks and such. Why is that, I wonder? Did my mother not think I would need to learn to cook? Did I never consider watching her do so in order to be able to feed myself in the future? I do wonder about this sometimes, usually when I’m winging it at dinner. Ha!)