RecipeMuncher

These days I find myself traipsing around the kitchen, finding means to get acquainted to the myriad of items in the refrigerator, conjuring blurry mental visuals of the mother cooking, and thereafter concocting a mediocre (by that, I mean poor) semblance of the meals the mother effortlessly brings to the table every day. Not to worry though, because firstly, I’m the only one eating my own purported cooking (the sister makes the wise decision of takeouts for dinner), and secondly, the par (...)