i was going to cook the other day, pasta with some chicken and a four or three chees salsa. i could not do what i wanted. i hate it! i was not able to do it because my father wanted do direct and saying stuff. At the end, i did not cook what i wanted to cook but i became the helper. i started to wash the dishes and adjusting the heath for the pasta; that was it. i appreciate the help of my father, do not get me wrong on that. i just complaining, yes it is a complaing to nobody. i did not do what i wanted to do, so how am i suspposed to know what i can cook and i like to cook?
Well, just a few more weeks and i will be okay i guess...
Then again thanks for sharing these thoughts...
i will cook again but not tonight.
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