Bad day at Black Rock: my kitchen

This should probably be in the Playing with Food section, but it’s as much about how I approach life in general. Today, Black Rock was my kitchen, and as hard as I try to play well with others in all aspects of my life, it never quite extends to my kitchen. I’m the queen and dictator for life in my kitchen.

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Somebody save me from myself!

I’m doing it again. I do this every Thanksgiving. By this time of my life you might think I’d learned not to do this to myself. I’m being a paranoid Thanksgiving obsessive-compulsive perfectionist.

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