As we head into the -- I don't even know anymore -- 30th month of quarantine? (jk) I see so many posts about people ramping up their culinary skills. I, myself, have started busting out the recipe book. Here's a quick anecdote about how that's going...

Let me preface by saying I LOVE to cook -- and I'm usually good at it -- but, to my chagrin, I was saddled with a family who doesn't like to eat. My kids (the husband included) could live on buttered noodles and be perfectly happy. That being said, I don't generally do a lot of cooking unless it's for other people, but in the midst of anarchy, strange things happen.

Which brings us to the other day.