You may have noticed that I’ve grown to love cooking over the past few years. If you knew me at any point from birth through my college years and into early adulthood, then this might be considered a shocking development. There’s a pig flying, somewhere, somehow.
It certainly surprised my mother. Who could blame her? I used to blithley insist that pourin…
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