You know what the worst park about cooking is?
Dishes.
I hate doing dishes almost as much as I hate folding laundry.
And I hate how my roommates (unemployed sister and her wife) have said every day this week that they were going to do them and yet they are still there. 😭
So there is now a week’s worth of filthy dishes sitting there, that my husband and I will do, just so I can cook tonight.















