I do not share my kitchen well.
If you come to a dinner party of mine early, do not expect to be handed a knife and asked to chop. You may open a bottle of wine. You may pick the itunes playlist. You may, in an emergency, be handed a ten dollar bill and sent out to the nearest grocery store when I realize that I am out of, oh, say, sugar, just as I am about to make dessert (sorry, Kristen). But as for help in the kitchen? No thank you.
My mother is more or less the same way. So when (...)
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