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Learned to cook around '92. Wife was working second shift, and I got tired of seeing my two year old eating Ramen noodles. I had four Borzois at the time, so if something turned out bad, it got eaten anyhoo.
I always cooked enough to feed the kid and me, and enough left over in case the wife was hungry when she got home. I could always tell when I hit on something good, 'cause she'd wake my butt up at 03:30 (when I had to be up at 06:00) with a pen and paper in hand, asking me how I made it. She knew I'd forget the particulars if she waited.
Fast forward to '06 when I retired. Big brother told me I should start a mom & pop restaurant. I told him, "What part of retired don't you understand". "
I always cooked enough to feed the kid and me, and enough left over in case the wife was hungry when she got home. I could always tell when I hit on something good, 'cause she'd wake my butt up at 03:30 (when I had to be up at 06:00) with a pen and paper in hand, asking me how I made it. She knew I'd forget the particulars if she waited.
Fast forward to '06 when I retired. Big brother told me I should start a mom & pop restaurant. I told him, "What part of retired don't you understand". "