I remember when I was first learning to cook, and a time specifically when I offered to make some food for my father. I stuff chicken breasts with camembert cheese and some other things (I forget now, but I think spinach leaves and herbs), and over-baked them, and served them with beans. They came out terribly because I forgot to sear and forgot to rest the meat, but everyone assured me the food was good. It wasn’t.
-22 September 2016
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