For someone with quite an impressive (and aesthetically pleasing) cook book collection, you’d think I’d be a bit better at cooking. Feelings of nausea induced by contact to raw meat don’t help…
But I’m getting better, at both cooking and meat contact. Practise makes perfect after all.
And while I might not turn into Rachel Khoo any times soon, (my new chef crush. She wore 3 different polka dot dresses in the last episode. I think that means we’re soul mates) at least I’ve stopped retching when walking past butcher shops.
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