Sometimes I'll be cooking dinner and suddenly forget how much water to use just because Mom left the country.
The recipe is scribbled on a Post-it from a time when I was still in middle school, and my handwriting has morphed into a mess of squiggles since then.
My eyes scan the sticky note frantically as the water keeps pouring out in an unceasing stream -
my roommate has long since given up trying to reason with me.
The recipe is scribbled on a Post-it from a time when I was still in middle school, and my handwriting has morphed into a mess of squiggles since then.
My eyes scan the sticky note frantically as the water keeps pouring out in an unceasing stream -
my roommate has long since given up trying to reason with me.
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