“I used to make homemade pizza. Bit by bit everyone had a different eating style. My daughter became a vegetarian and didn’t tell me. The only thing green my husband eats are green beans and I love every vegetable. Over time my love for cooking dwindled until I turned off completely. There was a lot of pride I had in my kitchen in the ‘90s and the 2000’s. Now it’s up to each person to make their own.”
“So. I used to make homemade ragout that would take the whole day. My kids would eat it but my husband wouldn’t cause pasta made him fat. And yet on vacation he’d order crappy pasta and eat it. My son would say—Why are you eating that when mom makes the best ragout?”
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