If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
It’s no secret that I don’t cook. In fact, I can’t remember the last time that I cooked anything. Why cook when you can make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
During the holidays, my family prefers that I don’t bring anything that I’ve made. They don’t mind if I bring pop or napkins. Someone needs to do it. On the other hand, if Lucas makes something, everyone is pretty stoked. I can’t blame them. He is a really good cook.
Can you imagine how my stove would feel if I was the main cook? It would be terribly neglected and sad. It might even be looking for new owners, who would use it on a regular basis. At the moment, the stove is just a resting spot for two teapots.
The stove will probably pack up the teapots and leave me. It deserves a much better chef than me. The stove knows it too.
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